It's Still Life

The Colour of Plastic

Plastic is the colour
of my neighbour’s left eye.
Yellow is the colour
of his liver.

And if this were a story,
it would twist
like Rubik’s cube.

All the characters would
have their angles,
and I’d give them names,
like Rhombus and Scalene.

But this isn’t a story,
and my neighbour’s liver
is apt to be the death of him,

and I’ll remember
what he said, that
blue is the colour of plastic.

This poem is written for Visual Verse’s December ekphrastic prompt. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image is created using AI Midjourney ©Misky 2022.