A Grey Day

Shades of ink make fast upon my forehead;
Half covered in black, half covered in grey,
And the rest of me is white light instead.
A picture do I make while at my stay
Amongst nobles, gentry, Kings and Queens: May
Flowers seem to mock my duo ink laid tread,
Peasants mock me as they pass me by, say
Foolish things, illogical; I'd not wed
The black ink of the court with the white ray
Of Cloth, for grey suits me poorly, and red
Waits for the rest of me whatever they
Decide amongst themselves. Yet were I bred
In white halls since the day I was born, rays
Of black and grey would not adorn my head.

              A Grey Day, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012