My third colour poem makes the triad of painter’s primaries. It takes its starting point from a lively tune I remember from the radio when I was a small boy. Of course I didn’t know then that the origins of the song went back over a hundred years earlier, or what the lyrics were about. Continue reading
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Skylarks bob and descant chorus,
Gorse spikes buttery by the broom’s lemon yellow,
Sun hazed scenting coconut,
Save these richer, richest, riches –
Keep safe this warmer wealth of light.