Black

In the night sky
my ink is strewn
pricked through
by the glittering 
inconsequence of stars.

As much as high
I live way down below
where sea creatures
hold their own lanterns
or erase eyes entirely -
the black pupil
no match for my mastery.

I arrange myself
in mirroring shapes
beneath the trees
or follow people
enjoying my talent
at mimicry.

Some say 
I am not a colour
I am the space
from which all colour 
has been vacuumed
and yet by the very absence
of those brightly hues
I define them and give them strength.

Written for dverse poets’ challenge – write from the perspective of a colour

21 thoughts on “Black

  1. A lovely second poem about my favourite colour! I love the depths of the second stanza, especially the lines:
    ‘where sea creatures
    hold their own lanterns
    or erase eyes entirely’
    and the defiance of these lines:
    ‘I am the space
    from which all colour
    has been vacuumed
    and yet by the very absence
    of those brightly hues
    I define them and give them strength’.

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