Black and Blue

A response to a Writer's Cramp prompt. My mind went to proof of klutziness.

         At just one glance, I knew.

         I saw the black, the blue,

         the tell-tale mark chartreuse

         bright on white skin, a bruise.

         

         At just one glance, I knew.

         How did I misconstrue?

         Why did my feet eschew

         a step, a follow through?

         

         At just one glance, I knew.

         I tripped. Hullabaloo,

         downfall, mayhem ensue.

         Moans and curses I spew.

         

         At just one glance, I knew.

         They bloomed, the black, the blue,

         bruises with purplish hue.

         Proof of balance askew.

          (16 lines )