If you love to write poetry, you love a good poetry challenge, and you are missing April’s NaPoWriMo then you are in the right place. There are now multiple Novel writing months it is past time we added another Poetry month. October is a great time to challenge poets to a poem a day for thirty one days.
This October, I’m also focusing on gratitude, so each of my poems will use the daily prompt, and deal in some way with thankfulness. Come join me on this poetic journey – and feel free to comment, or link your own poems.
I know I’m now terribly out of order, but I promise I’ll post something with all my prompts in a neat row by the end of the month. At this point, I’m just trying to get caught up as well as I can, and, since I haven’t yet written my poems for days 6 and 7, that makes this one next on my OctPoWriMo roster.
The October 8 prompt is to write a poem about a color and my memories attached to it. I was tempted to use turquoise or another blue, since they are my favorites, and I love surrounding myself with them. But then I thought of a color that holds the most ambivalent place in my life- and, in this case, there turned out to be powerful reasons behind my turbulent response to this hue…
Is a tricky color
Filled with memories
A multiplicitous hue
And sometimes a cry.
Like the cherries and berries
And the apples
On my grandmother’s Hoosier cabinet
I was maybe five years old
Almost too short still to see
But not quite
And I’d watch her hands move
On that faded-cherry Formica counter
That could be pulled out or pushed in
And we would chat and she’d smile at me
While she made her magical ‘jells’
The memory wrapped in paraffin wax
She died when I was nine
And I wore the ruby ring she’d given me
Because of thirty-six grandbabies
I was the only girl
Born in July.
Of the carpet
On the bedroom floor
I shared with a contentious sister
Red carpet pink walls
When I prefer blue
Because blue was for boys
And pink for girls and
Everyone knows that.
Sometimes we played
The Odd Couple
Tossing all the mess into the middle
Of the floor, and jumping over the pile
Picking one thing up with each pass.
We played Masterpiece and Clue and
Parcheesi and Othello and Sorry!
And her little organ
On that red floor.
We fought, claiming territory
Each for our own.
We wanted a line of tape
A curtain a bookshelf
To divide red turf and the space above
But we were not allowed.
“Sisters should get along.”
There were fights in that room
Of red carpet and pink walls
Red drops falling on red.
Screams and blows
Doled out by parents
Hours spent standing in the corner
On that red carpet
Or in the middle of the room
Holding out my arms
Because I was bad
Or someone said I was.
Is a tricky color.
My grandmother’s cabinet
Here in my study
Same faded-cherry Formica countertop
That can be pushed in or pulled out
Piled high with my kids’ art, and my own.
The little ruby ring lost somewhere in that room
Of the red carpet and pink walls
(Pink is just a faded shade of red)
On my wedding day, long before
I gave birth to my own July daughter
With no ruby to gift her
It’s gone, but like my
I smile at the faded-cherry
Welcome in my home
And try to forget
Those wounding moments
In the room of
Red floor and pink walls
Is a tricky color.
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