Do You See?
>Here was the prompt for Day 16: “For today’s prompt, I want you to pick a color, make that the title of your poem, and write a poem that is inspired by that color.” Read more at: April PAD Challenge: Day 16
When the summer storm rose from an eastern sky
To us the west looked red
Roses of anger heaped on a bush stuck in its thorns
Smarting faces, hatred.
You were watching Caché in the living room TV
Blood squirting from a slashed up neck
Headless chickens scattered in an ungainly race
Backwards, forward, again back.
My finger touched a tomato skin shedding light
Of a red ink, darklike –
Wasn’t this what my father’s Opaar Bangla comrades
Brought in, a newspaper wrapped tight
So not everyone would know how words tumble
Red and angry on our roads?
I thought I saw a word flutter open again, a hue,
Not a name or mundane things like odes.
You thought we had lost our tongues, our attitude
Piled under the redness of shame
Peripheral to storms, deaths, news of constant ruse