Colour Therapy
On a red day
I painted poppies:
ate sweet strawberries:
pricked my finger.
On a yellow day
I picked celandines:
nibbled toasted cheese:
danced with sunbeams.
On a blue day
I tossed a kite in the sky:
bought blueberry muffins:
floated in the ocean.
Then on a grey day
I watched clouds gather,
tasted raindrops,
saw pavements glisten
as an arched rainbow
gathered each colour
into its outstretched arms,
making this the best of days.
Let's hear it for Grey Days then!
ReplyDeleteAs they say, there's always a rainbow after the rain. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, this poem makes me want to illustrate it, if I do, I'll let you know!
ReplyDeleteI love colours, I love this poem.
A brilliant conception, beautifully achieved. Very fine.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely Jinksy
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely, lovely!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful, fresh, youthfully fun.
ReplyDeletehow wonderful!
ReplyDeletei want to live in this rainbow!
I think I'll take the red day...it's my daughter's favorite color and she wouldn't have it any other way.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, colorful poem.
ReplyDeletewhat lovely images
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful, succinct little poem Jinsky. Lovely, grey days can be good too and rainbows just the best.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is brilliant with colour, la jinks, so cleverly written!
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet!
ReplyDeleteOn a grey day... tasted raindrops...
I often do that. :)