This one was sent into the staff forum a few days back by Sylvia (Psyche):
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Hi Lori!
I'd like to nom Maureen's poem "Not Quite White", FV for the next IBPC, whenever that is. I believe the link is: Not Quite White. NOT QUITE WHITE by Maureen Clifford
White was nice,
white was bland,
white was not a colour.
God, he was sick of white – neutral white – blank palette white.
White overalls, white dustsheets.
Everyone was the same, like bloody sheep following the leader.
They all wanted white.
Where were the blues,
the pistachios,
cerise and aubergines?
When had white become the go?
Safe old white – cold white.
Icy white, white out, antique white.
What’s right with white?
He sat under the filtered light from the skylight,
smelt the fresh plaster,
noted the grain in the timber banisters soon to be painted white
and as he stirred and stirred
the colours deepened,
became strong and vibrant.
Alive.
He smiled. Surrounded by glass he stood
viewing the panorama of nature's vibrancy.
Green and blue,
yellow buttercups, wild crocus
and fluffy white clouds.
He began to paint his walls...
Not quite white.
I have contacted Maureen. YAY!
Congrats!
~Cleo