On the fringe of grey bring some blue set above white and petal disks. Green is a good addition. Lay down black as tarmac. Square everything in Your life and love and happiness A tree! No less Grey like silver grey like gold grey like suits tales of old grey like hats grey, like pointer hounds grey without you or £100.
I have written before about my habit of dating drafts and ramblings in my notebooks. The above are dated 1 August 2013. Grey, together with blue, is a colour that has featured much in my poetry. Grey is an ambiguous colour for beyond its melancholic associations, it is also an elegant colour with an aura of detachment and timelessness. In the urban and suburban environment it is the colour of utilitarian buildings, paving, transport shelters and waiting platforms. Since I was a child, it has fascinated me that the colour can be written with either an ‘e’ or an ‘a’. Like clouds, the word itself can change its internal dimensions. So many London mornings start with a sky cloaked in grey, so it has become a colour of origin for me and often features alongside blue to bring atmospheric or location transition into a poem.
Here are some other poems with grey in them:
On a rock amongst rocks – about the melancholy of a transient moment alongside grey sea
An Artist Works – the painter Constable captures clouds
Another Summer’s Day – also from 1 August 2013 (note subject matter and thematic resonances)
I was born of poetry – the grey of a cardboard box
Pavement Walker – commuters return home on a grey evening
Look At – documents a walk on a suburban London High Street
Conscripted – about rain