Red is an imaginary carpet dancing with desire, lettering the days with roses and birdwings. Red is the sky that turns the morning into an omen, the night into a full moon– catching dreams like a wayfaring balloon painting the town with stars.
The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name. Roig means red in Catalan.
When I worked as a textile designer in the 70s and 80s I spent a lot of time matching Pantone color paper to customer colors and hand cutting and pasting stripe designs. So when I saw a box set of 100 Pantone postcards nostalgia made me buy it. I’ve done my poem for today on red 1797, above. I’m sure these postcards, and every other kind of commercial design now being done, is computer-generated. So much more accurate! And quick!