Encounters with the colour Green

Green is a daub of paint on a plastered wall.

Green are the leaves of a majestic silver birch.

Green is the evidence of new life on distant mountains.

Green is a flash of plastic grass inducing a wince, imagining football players clashing, knees bloodied and scraped.

Green is a flash of grass whispering promises of better, bigger, but over there.

Green is too little experience, stained with ink from crossing outs, fuel for doubts.

Green is the monster lurking inside.

Green is the colour of my father’s eyes, sparkling with rage, glistening with misunderstandings.

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