Blue

a poem about what the colour blue means to me

Another poem from Beth Kempton’s Winter Writing Sanctuary - this one resulting from the colour study activity on blue.

When I say I’m blue, I don’t mean I’m down,
You won’t see a tear or a solemn frown.
My blue is the sky on a day clear and bright.
It’s swimming pool water and holiday sights.
It’s my most noticed features – my blue eyes.
As my mum’s favourite colour, it’s where love resides.
It’s my front door and the warm welcome of home.
It’s these words on the page – blue ink my preferred tone.
So please, instead of saying that you’re feeling blue:
name the real feeling.
Blue can be whatever we want it to.

© Leona Marie, 2026

NB: I know the words don’t appear blue when published here, but line 8 refers to my preference for blue ink when writing by hand in my notebook - which is where all my poems are first drafted.