I don't know why, but the lure of colour swatches in the paint section of the store, always draws my eye. I think it has to do with the longing for perfection that I battle! This photo prompt from Magpie Tales this week reminded me of that. Thanks again, Tess for a fascinating prompt.
Of pigment and perfection
There is something so soothing
in the stillness of colour swatches
in the Hardware Store,
Easing between hues
‘Café Crème’s softness swells to Oceanic,
Each in the perfect spot.
Each the perfect size.
When one is chosen,
Another silently slides
Into place, smiling
With pre-appointed assurance.
But you carry your selection
Out from the impersonal glow of conformity
Into the harsh light of reality
Perfection fades under
The sticky movement of rollers
Laying bare colour onto open spaces
And you see, for the first time
The pigmental impurities
Under the shadows and highlights
Of natural light.
And so Café Crème
Shimmers in a dust-sheeted room
Fraught with blemishes
Warmed with laughter
It swells with the promise of life.