Three Further Colours: Pale

 

Further poems after Three Colours: Synaesthesia, for which check out this link: https://jrhgreenwood.wordpress.com/2017/02/28/three-colours-synaesthesia/ 

 

iv. Lilac

 

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Like a barely-opened bud, so tight

It almost fades from life, you wear

Around your eyes the last trace of him

 

 

v.  White

 

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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

 

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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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