ORANGE
instead of apple
(green, red
or rainbow skin)
picked
an orange
colour a
misinterpretation of red
reinterpretation
of yellow
nevertheless
how that colour
did warm me
as I lay
with you you
in the tall grass
cobra of this very colour
luxuriating in its supreme
extreme elapid
deadly beauty
shrugging its shoulders
mission unaccomplished
shoulders it
definitely
deeply does not have
WHEN IT KILLS
“As with many tragedies, our story opens in a moment of triumph.”
Dan Jones, The Wars of the Roses: The Fall of the Plantagenets and the Rise of the Tudors
Now we
see
how deep indeed
this story goes
how sure
the colour
in the rose
of itself
in every detail
its thorns
the truth
of its beauty’s cruelty
the colour
fixed on absolute
when
it kills.
GREY
fell
into a world
of colour
the colours
so Heavenly
saturated, warm
but immediately
I felt so
lost,
uncomfortable
my inner palette,
to the best of my knowledge
only running from slate
to the lightest
of ash greys
poems 2 die for