Last week I looked at my list of favourite things that translated into my poem called Fear. I wrote down the things I could see, the things I could hear, touch, smell and taste.
Work with me on this one, a poem about colour.
What colours do I like?
black, yellow and red.
Where do I see them?
The cat, my daughter’s hair, night sky
Flowers, the sun, candle flames
Lipstick, fire, cloak
I love the colour of my cat’s black fur as I stroke my hand down his rippling back,
my daughter’s glossy hair as it glimmers in the light,
the colour of the sky as it dims for the night.
I love the haze of flowers on my spring time tree as the world warms up to bring it into bud,
the boldness of the sun as it shines on the day,
the light of candles as they flicker and sway.
I love the red embers of the ritual fire that lazily glow as they start to chill,
the red velvet cloak that wrapped me for a while,
bright red lips that curl in a smile.
And there we have it, a simple poem just recording the things around you, all starting with three simple colours. It doesn’t have to rhyme, it doesn’t have to be a master piece, but there is satisfaction to be gained from putting pen to paper. Why not give it a try?
And then share your work – if you feel like it – to the Disabled Pagans Voices Project.
You can stay anonymous if you aren’t ready to put your name out there.
Your work can be on any topic that means something to you. It can be about your disability, your pagan practice, a story that you want to tell.
It can be an essay, art, music, poetry, sculpture, anything that you have created.
Our aim is to give a voice to people with disabilities in the Pagan Community.
Written by Portland Jones, PF Disabilities Liaison for the Midlands