Where have all the colors gone? Long time passing. Where have all the colors gone? Long time ago.
Prussian Blue and Indian Red, Blue Gray, Maize, and Green Blue. Orange Red, Orange Yellow, Flesh and Violet Blue, Raw Umber and Mulberry too. Long time passing. Long time ago.
Crayola’s first eight cost but a nickel, presented in 1905. Children were thrilled and color they did, using Red, Green, Yellow, and Blue, Black, Brown, Violet and Orange Kids today need more to be tempted.
Enter Cerulean, Dandelion, Fuschia and Bluetiful too. Most clever and tastiest yet? Yummy Jazzberry Jam. My rose-colored glasses enjoy these hues but one new color does confuse.
Ready for it? You’ll never guess. It’s a bit strange, I do confess, guaranteed to make you squirm. The newest? And I do confirm, it really, unbelievably is Inch Worm!
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets from around the globe where today Mish asks us to write from the perspective of colors. I’ve kind of gone off the beaten track with this…..but here’s some added history: Cousins Edwin Binney and C. Harold Smith introduced the first box of Crayolas in 1905 and yes, they did cost a nickel. Over the years color names have come and gone….some in relation to societal attitudes. The color Flesh became Peach in 1962. Prussian Blue was introduced in 1949 but, figuring young children didn’t know anything about Prussia, it was changed to Midnight Blue in 1958. Indian Red was introduced in 1958 and it actually referred to a pigment that originated in India. The color’s name was changed to Chestnut in 1999….but soon after, a disclaimer was made warning children not to try to roast the color or any crayons over an open fire because they would melt and children could be burned. I suppose this warning was in reference to Nat King Cole’s popular The Christmas Song which opened with the line “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.” And yes, Inch Worm is a real Crayola color! I should also add, apologies to Peter, Paul and Mary for changing the words of their popular song, Where Have all the Flowers Gone. Image from Pixabay.com Information on the history of Crayolas mainly from the article “5 Times Crayola Retired Its Crayons” by Paul Davidson and from Wikipedia.
Known for dabbling in couture, Dora decorated herself like you would your house, mimicking holiday seasons. They thought her daft and could only laugh as she walked down the street in a Christmas wreath, at their annual Easter parade. Her reward? Most Unusual Bonnet.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. It’s Quadrille Monday and De asks us to use the word “dabble” in our quadrille: a poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. I went for humor today — figure we can all use a little chuckle in these upsetting, challenging and unusual times.
He sat straight-backed, alert, surrounded by canes, walkers tv guides, checkerboard games and the people that accompany them in a place like this.
Hands folded, he waited patiently for the last strands of that age-old song. Some high pitched warblers sang off pitch, hunched over the tinny piano pulled out for occasions like this.
Balloons hovered above his head as candles dripped life-time moments onto pastel fondant flowers. He spied the festive paper plates, too thin for the thick slab he desired.
And so I asked the centenarian, what is the secret of your longevity? Well sonny, I always say, close your eyes to dream. Just make sure you open them wide to watch where you step.
Written for Open Link Night at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Bjorn will host as we go live today from 3 to 5 PM Boston time. Those who post a poem will have the opportunity to read it aloud, if they choose to do so. Come share the fun, connect names with faces and hear the voices of many dVersers!
She lives life sunny-side up, happily choosing to ignore everyday eggasperations. Definitely not a cook. Her souffle pan, Calphalon pots and ten-speed blender? Simply signs of her optimistic soul. Gymnast by profession, she tumbles her way through the three-ringed circus everyone else calls life.
Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. I’m tending the pub tonight, asking everyone to indulge in a happiness project! Poems must be exactly 44 words in length, sans title, and the body of the poem must include the word happiness. A form of the word, for example happy, happiest, or happily is acceptable. A synonym such as bliss does not meet the requirements of the prompt. I thought I’d have a bit of fun with mine. Photo from Pixabay.com
THE DREAM CATCHER Her dreams flew by on gossamer wings, too high to reach some days, even on tiptoes.
THE ELDERLY MRS HOLIDAY Waste not want not. She’d heard that all her life lived by it too – Christmas wreath upon her head ready for the Easter parade.
THE SENATOR With perfect pitch, opera singer by avocation and meteorologist by training, he became a successful politician. Elected term after term, he simply changed his tune depending on how the winds blew.
THE LIBRARIAN She collected books. Being of short stature she carried a stack wherever she went, booster seats not always available.
Mainly small time gigs,
circus tents in rural areas.
Environmentalist at heart.
Some thought her silly
giving up two weeks of pay,
assisting farmers in their fields.
Strange sight though,
legs in the air.
Pollen dusted knees
moving through acres,
Quadrille (exactly 44 words, sans title) written for dVerse where today the prompt word is “silly” – or any form of the word. Photo from Pixabay.com