
I wrote this poem a few years ago when my son with autism was attending art therapy classes at a place called Indigo Art Therapy. The Indigo was taken from the concept of Indigo children, who were a class of children who didn’t necessarily do that well in school but were brilliant and creative in their own way.
Indigo is a color between blue and purple on the rainbow. Now that we have a hope of making Florida “go purple” I thought I would pull the poem out again for a fresh romp. Enjoy!
When we go
To Indigo,
Or Indigo
Comes to us,
We ride upon
A great white steed
And carry
A blunderbuss.
How powerful,
Imposing
And magnificent,
Our corps!
We gallop to
The iron gate
And batter
Down the door.
A trumpet is
Resounding
As the banners
‘Round us fly;
We reconstruct
The rubble
With Imagination’s
Eye,
And see what none
Have seen before,
And try what none
Have tried,
For we are the Indigo Children,
And this is our Indigo Tribe.
Copyright 2018 Andrea LeDew
To read a post about the difficulties of being understood–even by the Supreme Court– when you’re a bit different,
read: Challenging Objectives and Perspectives. For more commentary on the Election, see Sixty Days.
I look forward to hearing what you think of this post!.