A New Colour

Written By Kit Croydon

The sky looks different—
a cleaner mixture, uncut.
The wind blows icy cold, and I
hold another cigarette
between numb fingers.
The sunset, once again
explodes with scarlet radiance
over Melbourne.

For the last week, every
dusk has seemed a dawn.
An exuberance, burning away—
shedding atoms of gold
into a churning pearlescent sea.
I cannot go to meet it.

Taking the pilgrimage, instead,
from porch to door, I breathe—
think … I never could.
Or at least I
never knew
how much I wanted to.

Later, I will return again.
Another smoke sacrament.

For the last week, strange lights
have moved in the sky—
translucent birds
above the night-clouds.
I imagine a zeppelin.

I am watching air become airspace,
patrolled—
the ragged vanguard’s approach
somehow slip
passed.

And all eyes turn inward
to watch thy neighbour—
his fear ringing out in every
cough.

The sky looks different.
A new colour was born. It went
unseen by most—perhaps
again today.

I’ll see it from my balcony,
my numb fingers stretching
out over
the leagues between us.
I am going to meet it.


Kit Croydon is a musician and writer based in the Dandenong Ranges, Melbourne. He is in his fourth year, studying towards a Bachelor of Arts & Education. His poetry deals with themes relating to connection, introspection & alienation.  

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