One of the things Megan Falley talks about in our workshop is to get inspired – this doesn’t mean every poem has to be about something BIG or EPIC. Sometimes every day things can be just as inspiring.
And so I did just that. I was painting my nails and I noticed the name of the color was Mad Women. Nail polishes often have funny or unusual name and I decided to capitalize on this polish’s name, I even tried to get artistic and so I took a photo (clearly my skills lay in writing poetry, not taking photos…)
Mad Women
I have painted my nails
a shade of pink inexplicably called
“mad women”.
I love the arbitrary names of colors
but the bright fuchsia on my fingers
is mis-named –
when I am mad I see red –
blood red,
blood boiling red.
Or maybe black –
black as night,
black as my soul.
But pink? Pink doesn’t
invoke anger or womanly strength.
A man must have named
this particular shade.
I’d like to flip my pink-painted
middle finger at him…
Perhaps it is an appropriate name.
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