The Hues of His Daysa Torn World poem
by Deirdre M. MurphyDeep blue skies, delicate green seedlings
Crops pushing upward through brown dirt
Tended by golden bees and orange butterflies
Rijorl remembers tendays rowing
Between endless grey skies and gray water
The intense dark of night was a relief
The silvery flash of a serpent-monster
Was more color than they prayed for then
The fields around him now
Offer a wealth of colors
Compared to the sea
Rijorl composes verse for the sky blue snakes
For squatty geese with their clash-colored feathers
Bold bright songbirds and dazzling lizards
He sings for the flowers that hid his scant hair
During the birds’—and humans’—nesting season
After the rainbow rainforest
The Empire’s verdant fields
Seem very nearly monochrome
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