A Muted Rainbow
By the Daughter of Two Marcel Marceau Proteges
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Black,
White,
Black,
White:
Stripes.
It is the pattern of my childhood;
A way of life.
Only within good form is there freedom,
But with only freedom, there is no form.
The invisible becomes visible.
Mime is a counterpoint,
As are black and white stripes.
Invisible.
Visible.
Freedom.
Form.
Black.
White.
Some see the stripes as restrictive bars;
A world void of color and sound.
But that’s not what I’ve found.
When I wear the stripes,
I can be anyone.
I can create an object, a place, or the passing of time.
All I need are my stripes and my body to mime.
Am I muted? Yes.
Am I colorless? No.
For all hues are within black and white,
at least when speaking in terms of light.
Black is all colors being absorbed,
None reflected; Invisible.
White is no colors being absorbed,
All reflected; Visible.
Black and white stripes are...
A muted rainbow.
Perfect for the mute artist.
Perfect for the mime.
About the Creator
Malia
I write for challenges to challenge myself to write.
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