the disruption in Mary’s Room

the disruption in Mary’s Room


eeee!!!

eeeee!!!!

stop it
stop it
I hate it
oh
I hate it

I didn’t know
it would be
like that

it was the
exposure
that caused her reaction

all of her life
was shades
of grey
dark and light
black and bone
either full-block or absent

eeee!! eee! ee!

it was the suddenness
of the change
that caught her

made her cover her eyes

cry aloud

won’t you please
please
stop it

take it away

can’t you see
my eyes
can’t take it

eeeee!!

they said that this would be
astounding for her
in a good way

but she wept

they said that
colour in her world
could only make it
richer

brighter

better

so much more
real

it would be astounding

eeee!! eee!! eee!!

she had only ever known
the two colours
black
and not black

graphite
on blanc

grey
was for clouds
grey was for shadows
black was the solid tones
of night

they should
perhaps
have realised
that colour
was too much
for her to handle

she shut her eyes
and kept them closed
until they swore
the world
was as black
again
as the sun
is white


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #31: immigrants

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