It was hard to pick a preferable colour but finding David Harsent’s poem: “Abstracts“, with its colour stanzas was the solution. Click each pic for a clearer view and/or the above link to read the whole poem
the bruise
Purple "... when the twins are lost in the wood, daylight suddenly deepens and it’s run or stay or pray. Still wrong? Rain in the hanging gardens then? That bruise you can’t account for? The color of money, win or lose? A Balkan liqueur that hits you where—Ah, yes, of course; the bruise".
Black "...You know the room, or think you do, half-dark and windowless it seems, though maybe the shutters are dropped against the day, loose talk from women in veils and something like a pulse, on the air when he opens the door"
a pulse on the air
the note that fractures glass
Blue It sings they say, and so it does: something like the note that fractures glass or gets so far below the range of human hearing that it jolts your heart; and the glass it breaks is blue,
Photoshop Friday – making abstracts from photo edits whilst poetry provides the titles
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