Violet, a lowlight tease of sunrise. Squeezing open eyes still sleep-blind,
Slipping out of bed, she widens the blinds
Seeking signs or omens of the day ahead.
Below, indigo steals in obliquely, a thief’s shadow,
Shivering awake, dispelling a yawn,
Foretelling dawn, shaking off fear and
Etching blue through the bruised atmosphere.
She stretches, a yoga pose, a rehearsal, a sketched proposal,
The thin edge of a pledge
Chasing a wedge of racing green, spring green, go.
She jots on hopeful scraps, plots her opening speech,
Each argument leaping an arc of lapsed synapses.
A tinting yellow follows, breaking fast now,
Glinting off a window, gleaming off a bowl.
Morning routine, pouring tea, gathering steam, a warm
Streak of orange disturbs the dark conforming wardrobe
Proposing a stark departure from the norm of court robes.
She dresses with care,
Preparing to fight taboos, daring to light a fuse which
Will ignite red, a startling kick-starting scarlet.
Her first serious hearing.
She chooses the red-soled shoes
A searing lipstick
The ruby earrings refracting
Tens of crimsons
A thousand carmines
A million vermilions.
This is the red of confidence, of prosecution, of conviction.
The red of readiness.
READINESS BY CLARE WARBURTON
PHOTOGRAPH BY JUDITH BROWN