Like still life,
deep inside
a tibisiri basket,
lay a sad soft lime
cloaked
in powdery bloom.
Green
obscured
now by soft grey
A moles breath
or a sweet innocence…
…names
on the colour chart
of wall paints
define
this real life
organic putrescence.
The tomatoes too
on the kitchen counter,
beating heart
and ravishing red
in an earlier time,
mouldy grey
cheating heart now.
Ah yes,
the wilting chives,
in a cellar
that promised
to keep them fresh,
has now
painted them
from bunker hill green
into a sad salamander
.
.
.
I was at the big box store that sells paints and was absolutely enthralled by the names of the shades. It was a poetic exercise situated in the mundane. There is beauty in everything, even at the box store.