Thinking In Colour

I thought I saw a rainbow with its lights on

it glittered through the dark

all multi-hued

I thought I saw it, people sliding on it

laughing as they sped

it felt so good

I thought I saw you there among the others

head thrown back

a twinkle in your eyes

I smiled to see you happy, that made me so

I thought I saw it

behind dreaming lies

I think I thought that dreaming was believing

I think I thought

you slid on rainbows too

I think tonight I’ll dream in black and white so

I never think those thoughts

of light and you

Trouble is that rainbows come unbidden

arcs of promise

beckoning, come on

sliding on its curves

the light self-risen

coloured realm that always draws me in

See you on the rainbow, silver’d lining

promissory arch

as each day dawns

slide awhile with me, it costs us nothing

just words of love

and thoughts, fresh coloured, every morn.

Happy New Year, everyone! May your days be filled with light and colour. Thank you so much for your continued support. I appreciate every visit and comment. All the best to each and everyone for 2016. Hugs and love. You’re a grand crew!xox


Hairy Musings

Purple streaks or maybe blue,

Time to choose alternate hue,

Raven black, mahogany,

Different colour, other me,

Could go blonde or platinum,

Rinse with pink or palish plum,

Auburn locks or pillar red,

Umpteen browns for mousy heads,

Silver, gold, such vast array,

Colour schemes to cover grey,

Numbered shades to join the dots,

Funny smells they mix in pots,

Could give in and let them grow,

Stubborn threads that want to show,

Older face with aging hair,

Either that or spread on Nair.

Ladies’ choice, much more than jig,

Could shave it off and buy a wig.

Sod that lark, for dress pale blue,

Think I’ll opt for four slash two.

Or maybe green.

I like green.

Looks good on plants.

Colour Me Forty Shades

Let red be red but green be multi’d, 

mosses and emeralds, 

all hues evolving between,

pastures and grasses and leaves, variegated,

and buds, emergent,

all green.

Bucolic colours, 

depicted in paintings,

in landscapes around me all seen,

colour my world with tones of the Irish

and forty shades

soothing, serene.

Let red be red, her blood shocks who witness,

stark, viscous, coagulated,

too thick,

Sap stirred and quickened,


chromatic reactive. Green’s it.