Indigo (poem)

 

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.