SPARK

Marty McGihon
ON THE EDGE OF DISTRACTION
Acrylic on paper
Response

RUNNING FROM COLOR
By Marcella Wolfe
Inspiration Piece

She sits in a room
nearly empty of color;
claims she can’t write
with any hue around her.
In her study
the walls are bare plaster.
White tulips sit in a glass vase
on an ivory desk.
Paper without words is chalk white,
and all she needs to begin.

Yet stories must end when
dusk mutes day pale blue,
when treees rain garnet in fall,
or a lover enters the room,
brown eyes, palm open
in spring’s green distraction.

Running from color,
her room becomes a tunnel.
She hurries for escape,
notions alone the color of bone.
Love and fear are red.
The night sky, a black net over her.
She looks up to take in white stars
and breathes out aurora.

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