Three Further Colours: Pale


Further poems after Three Colours: Synaesthesia, for which check out this link: 


iv. Lilac




Like a barely-opened bud, so tight

It almost fades from life, you wear

Around your eyes the last trace of him



v.  White




What’s black and white, and red all over?

A joke about walking into a pub, and leaving

With half a rotten, broken tooth in your palm



vi. Porcelain




Even when still, water echoes off tiles:

Clean and cool, all smooth, her ripples gone.

Your sunken child, as cold as porcelain.






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