Today, I’ve used Christine‘s prompt fresh paint over on ReadWritePoem. I did do a free write although I prefer working directly onto the computer. I used four found colours and made up one of my own. Surprisingly, innocence was one of the colours I found, and it gave me the idea for the poem. My first draft used ‘disco’ rather than ‘dance’ but i changed this as I didn’t want to tie the poem to the Eighties as I thought an earlier time period would probably work better.
After the dance
he took her home.
In his parents’ bedroom
– showy as a courtesan’s boudoir –
he led her across
the antique ruby shag pile carpet
laid her on
the mellow coral and rose wine duvet
slid his tongue between her ice pink lips.
He would not risk
the silk sheets.
Not even the velvet curtains
– bacchanalian burgundy –
could shut out
an omnipresent God.
She glanced in the mirror,
watched her innocence slip away.