Amber Folk

‘amber folk sipping gold sun through skin’ (line 5 of ‘to be considered before inviting everyone to the cookout’ by Rasheed Copeland)

 

Red, amber and green, and if you want the ultimate,

go for purple and think not in amber. Amber is a middling

goal, a goal parading as gold. To go for purple is to rise up

the ranks, to pass through the force fields, to be an

antigen, to pass through the brain barrier. To be purple

is to disturb the status quo, to cause collateral damage.

To be amber? To be amber is to smother one’s face with

thick-orange-yellow wallpaper paste. To be amber is to

be a slave to the purple. To be amber is to provide the

feast. To be red is to be the feast. Ignore the red (who

wants to bleed?), skim over the amber (nothing attractive

about umpa-lumpas!), skip through the green (but wolf down

some sprouts), and bathe yourself in a seas of purple presence.

Enjoy, and flourish. Because, to be purple is to be baked by a

hot sun and to be consumed by the fires of moorlands; to be

purple is to burn back to red. To be red is to be rained upon, to

bleed out and to swell. Red passes into green, and green?

 

Green starts again.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019

Inspiration taken from the poetry of Rasheed Copeland, as featured on Poem-A-Day.