When I can’t find a noun for what you are to me, I think of how there was no word for blue in ancient Greek. Was it simply beyond description or were they so exposed to the colour they became fatigued to it? Did they just identify what was useful and disregard the rest? And are there other colours we haven’t found a name for yet? Like when I first went to introduce you and found I’d sailed beyond the wine-dark horizon of my lexicon. (The word Boyfriend must have gotten set adrift somewhere between middle-age and girlhood.) This is my… lover, I said, but others got uncomfortable as if we’d taken all our clothes off. What can I say? Not partner, not otherhalf. Not soul-mate, not object of affection. Not knight in shining armour, not Prince Charming. Not my darling, my stud-muffin. Nor pumpkin, honey, sugar, sweetie-pie. This is my…cerulean, I’ll say, my sapphire. He’s my cyan, my Aegean. You are midnight, you are electric. You are sky and sea to me and every other shade Homer had no name for between violet and green.
Majella Kelly is from Tuam, Co Galway. Her poetry has been widely published and placed in numerous competitions. She has recently received an MS tin Creative Writing from the University of Oxford and is working towards a first collection. You can read more aboutheratmajellakelly.com