Friday, April 4, 2014

April 4 - A Plague of Purple

A Plague of Purple

Colors in a dun-colored world.
   Seemed important once to people.
The earth was splashed with all the colors we could want
   But it wasn't enough for us.
We wanted colors of our own
   With which to decorate our straw-colored houses,
Our clothes of beige, our streets of tan
   And temples of granite gray.
And that would have been fine. save that we could see
   They did not equal the beauty of the unspoiled Earth.
So we made colors for ourselves
   Some harder to make than others
We came to value those hues, not so much for their beauty
   But for their rarety; how hard they were to extract.
To esteem above the simple blues and yellows and reds.
   The purples, rarest of all the hues - most prized
And so, of course, the color reserved for kings;
   No matter if the monarch's hair or complexion clashed.
It was purple and rare and special and exclusive.
   And everyone wanted it - to rise to the purple.

I've never cared for purple.
   It's not red, not blue nor any happy color.
Rare in God's paintbox precisely because
   It should not be over-used.
Too much purple oppresses subtler shades – ask any artist
   So too, the clawing kings, princes, monarchs and potentates
Proudly rising – grasping to win robes soaked in it  
   Are a plague of purple unrelenting.

© 2014 by Tom King

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