I wrote this poem during a recent writing and activism workshop led by disabled poet Penny Pepper. We were asked to pick any colour and free write. As a disabled/ chronically ill writer myself, I was partly thinking about how the natural world has been a place of escapism for me during the pandemic - physically and mentally. I also enjoy visiting the National Galley where Monet's works referenced in my poem are displayed. Art, nature and healing are interlinked. The Secret Lives of Colour by Kassia St Clare cmae to mind, where she briefly mentioned critics referred to painting with violet pallettes and seeing these hues as a 'mania'. My poem is a challenge to that.