the world for me had been dismal

I was wilfully obtuse

stubborn

and set within my ways

my thoughts bleak


they say;

to see colour

you must have light

You tripped your way

into my life

dyeing the shades of grey

I had grown accustomed

tinting the soulless cell

of my confinement

with warmth.


Woman

brazenly bold and brash

You are the absolute complement

to your eyes

which irises bleed

blood red with

every flutter of your

silken lashes.


into my tattered existence

You peer


unwelcomed

You invite yourself in

scalding the frigidity

which nestled me

dubbed blues.


You lapped at my muted countenance

flushing my dreary outlook

painting on the easel

of my inky depths.
© Raquel Archer