Poem of the week: Pigment

I always go to yellow to fight death
– Sean Scully

I always go to red to fight insomnia
and blue to fight addiction, and green
feeds my need for approval. But the semitones –
they get under my skin, the nipple pink of palimpsest
sage for the menopause navy blue for rape
grey for greased rope and buttercream for infanticide

the ochres give me a long history of anti-Semitism
and when they flare and crumble then I see battlefields
no, not red, but violet-black is the mortal colour
sparrow brown is the day dawning on the field
mint green beds the broken flints. I always go to
gold to feel disgust and desire: the desert road
planked with barracks is gold, mucus is dirt gold
corn is tooth gold, but scythed it yields to ash

When a train passes I crouch down on the embankment
to watch the uniform black stars raining on the ballast
Fight exile with indigo, gauze white, and the maroon weal
of an old wound. When I go to yellow
it is the debased colour of survival, sulphurous,
bankrupt and sometimes tinged with a green
that borders on darkness. Darkness is a hymn
I go to when I wish to fight light, when
reasonable light shovels itself
brick red over all the cities and hills
and the clouds look like dust, which looks like
smoke

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Sasha Dugdale has published several collections, including Joy (Carcanet, 2017), the title poem of which won 2016 Forward Prize for Best Single Poem. She is also a translator from Russian poetry and drama