Thursday, 16 April 2009


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.


  1. Let's hear it for Grey Days then!

  2. As they say, there's always a rainbow after the rain. :)

  3. Oh, this poem makes me want to illustrate it, if I do, I'll let you know!

    I love colours, I love this poem.

  4. A brilliant conception, beautifully achieved. Very fine.

  5. This is delightful, fresh, youthfully fun.

  6. how wonderful!
    i want to live in this rainbow!

  7. I think I'll take the red's my daughter's favorite color and she wouldn't have it any other way.

  8. What a beautiful, succinct little poem Jinsky. Lovely, grey days can be good too and rainbows just the best.

  9. This poem is brilliant with colour, la jinks, so cleverly written!

  10. This is so sweet!
    On a grey day... tasted raindrops...
    I often do that. :)


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