ARCH OF COLOUR
If i curved a question into arch of colour,
Would yellow be the taste on my tongue?
With sweet aromas of tomorrow, to her
Bosom cling, like spring time daffodils?
If i bridged raindrops into arch of colour,
Would deep overcasts, shoot innocence
Into wretched despair? To sadden mothers:
Gut, joints, blood, bones, dust, and tears;
Into scenarios, macabre enough to holler,
Enough! of horror from gadgets loathsome.
Let love alone; rainbow into arch of colour
ARCH OF COLOUR © gillena cox 2018
Revisit
28 Apr 2015
28 Apr 2017
a 2016 Fold
Fashion Me Your Words to FOLD ~ In April
I am prompting today
ENJOY THE MUSIC
