Tag Archives: colour

Gray vs Gray

April 7, 2021poem, Poetrycolour, poem, poetry, skyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Grey is nothing
The dead zone between black and white
Grey is age
The old road surface, the unwanted hair

Gray is the softness of pregnant cloud
Gray puts on her evening dress
And goes dancing
Using her alter ego, silver

Wet street at midnight

May 13, 2020Life, poem, Poetrycolour, Life, poem, poetry, streetThe Cheesesellers Wife

Streetlights reflect brightly
in gutterside puddles

stars peek out from between
moonsilvered clouds

the Moon himself
loiters on high

parked cars gleam wetly
drip softly

as do dying leaves
on each street tree

what is the colour
of a wet street at midnight?

Wet street at midnight

September 22, 2018beauty, nature, poem, Poetrycolour, midnight, poem, poetry, rainThe Cheesesellers Wife

Streetlights reflect brightly
in gutterside puddles

stars peek out from between
moonsilvered clouds

the Moon himself
loiters on high

parked cars gleam wetly
drip softly

as do dying leaves
on each street tree

what is the colour
of a wet street at midnight?

Gray vs Gray

June 27, 2018poem, Poetrycolor, colour, Gray, Grey, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Grey is nothing
The dead zone between black and white
Grey is age
The old road surface, the unwanted hair

Gray is the softness of pregnant cloud
Gray puts on her evening dress
And goes dancing
Using her alter ego, silver

Re-blogged from 2016….

Autumnal Slide

October 21, 2017Amsterdam, beauty, Christmas, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, weatherautumn, beauty, Christmas, colour, family, Life, weatherThe Cheesesellers Wife

Autumn leaves colour lawns orange
Litter roads red
The long slide into the cold begins
Advent madness beckons
Like a siren
Calling us onto the rocks
Of family festivities, hidden lonelinesses, retail greed and envy
Soon rooftops will grow neon reindeer
Tinsel will be worn around necks at office parties
All too soon
It will be Christmas

I’m in Amsterdam this week, and so have left you this poem which rather captures my feeling about the next few months I’m afraid!

The Colour of Dragons

September 20, 2017Amsterdam, Fantasy, Painting, poem, Poetry, speculative poetry, watercolourAmsterdam, art, Berlin, colour, dragon, Fantasy, London, Paris, poem, poetry, speculative poetry, watercolourThe Cheesesellers Wife

The colour of dragons
Depends

Sweet green for new hatchlings
To hide in high grasses

Black and red for an Emperor
Or a burner of crops
Many turn as gold as their treasure
Perhaps part of ageing

What colour a city dragon
Lurking on rooftops?

In Paris, creamy white as the buildings
In Berlin and London
Perhaps a glassy hue
Criss-crossed

In Amsterdam?
Turquoise and purple
With scarlet undertones………

I’m trying to paint a dragon in Amsterdam……….what colour???

Study in Brown

March 20, 2016beauty, Life, poem, Poetrybeauty, color, colour, Hawk, Life, nature, poetry, Red Kite, sun, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

Study in Brown

Sunlight gilds and sparkles winterbare branches
Casts long shadows across ridge and furrow
Rabbits sit in the sun mourning the loss of leaves and grasses in the new ploughing
With one bound they are gone as the colour highlight appears
The russet brown of a Red Kite hunting