A poet* looked out at the world; then he wrote:
‘The sky is the colour of decaying cats.’
It has snowed in England. So, what is the colour of the sky?
Well, today, the sun did not glow red at dawn.
Today, the sky is the colour of a battlecruiser – dressed in the plumage of war.
And yesterday, the sky was the colour of silver condemned –
Condemned to live forever and forever
– in the farthest reaches of a forgotten mine.
*Adapted from the film, ‘Poetry’