Upward Mobility: Hybrid Prose Poem
Thursday Hybrid Prompt: the colour of your imagination
The world gone grey in a second — yesterday, yesterday there was heat and blue and yellow, some white — this morning, while the dark navy still made the sky appear black, some brilliant slivers of silver — and now —
puddles, concrete turned
charcoal
a monochrome
even unbroken by coffee shop
lights and signs
greying people, yes
all neutral
and like every other cycle, this one comes round — even if there’s not a blistering sunlight today, later the black will come down around the golden boy, let him be lit from ancient copper dome below — and that will take my eyes up, too, even if I’m asleep —
and there won’t be this
failure of chiaroscuro
there will be something for the light
to fix itself on
to challenge pregnant clouds
overwet earth
maybe —
and maybe then, another feeling will descend — I’ll call my car sparkling instead of…instead of the pretended silver it is — and once the metallic…
