The last in a 12-part series on colour. Wonderment Then a wind blew; And he who had forgot he moved Lonely amid the green and silver morning weather, Suddenly grew Aware of clouds and trees Gleaming and white and shafted, shaken together And blown to music by the ruffling breeze. Like flush of wings The… Read More ›
The eleventh in a 12-part series on Colour. It’s not a colour you notice. It’s a wood floor you stand on, it’s a door you walk through, it’s the trunks of trees whose leaves you look at. And when it’s on cats, it’s the classiest, most inimitable shade of brown you can find.
Part Ten in a series on Colour. Yellow is the colour now in the Northern Hemisphere as spring skips into summer. Here in the tropics, yellow is always with us and sometimes taken for granted. Yellow is warmth without the burn, light without the glare, is resolute in the biblical charge to rejoice. If things… Read More ›
Part Nine in the Colour series. A child of beautiful white and elegant black, grey encompasses all the lovely things of its perfect parents. Grey ( I prefer the English to the American spelling “gray”, for the “e” makes the word look elegant and lively) is favoured both by the sophisticated, the simple, and the… Read More ›
Part Eight in a series on Colour. Babylon The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all’s poetry with him. Rhyme and music flow in plenty For the lad of one-and-twenty, But Spring for him is no more now Than daisies to a munching cow;… Read More ›
Credit: Wikipedia Part Seven of my series on Colour. Our lives are made in these small hours These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate Time falls away but these small hours These small hours still remain — Little Wonders, Rob Thomas, musician There is a keyboard riff of a tune by one… Read More ›
Part six in the Colour series. Firecracker, fire engine Fire-flicker red— And when you’re angry Red runs through your head. — From Mary O’Neill’s What is Red? With me, it only takes a straw, usually the last one, that breaks the camel’s back (mine) and then I see red and go ballistic. It’s never the big… Read More ›
Part Five of my series on Colour. What is Green? Green is grass And the leaves of the trees Green is the smell Of a country breeze. Green is lettuce And sometimes the sea. When green is a feeling You pronounce it N.V.
Part four in a series on colour. The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night air!… Read More ›
The second in a 12-part series on colour. Each post will feature a colour poem. White is black’s perfect counterpart, is everything black pretends not to be. It is clean and serene, calming too, and optimistic. Unlike sand or beige, white is not a neutral, for this colour of all colours always makes a statement…. Read More ›
Of all the colours on the earth, the one I love and turn to the most is black. 1. You can put on black and then forget about it 2. Black makes you look thinner and better dressed without really trying 3. Black is calming 5. When getting a present, choose black 6. It hides… Read More ›
If moods were colour, this is my mood today. This day, bookended by Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday, is one saturated by a Love which came down two milleniums ago, heated by a love eternal, cooled to the coldest cruelty of humanity. A love enlivening, life-ending, in the end, life-giving. In Him was life, and… Read More ›
When the mind is empty, fill it with something pretty. It’s a grey dreamy day, the kind of day one can luxuriate in and enfold oneself in delectable silks and cashmeres. This floaty skirt is charcoal silk satin overlaid with gunmetal silk chiffon. Over the skirt goes a cashmere cardy the colour of pale seaglass,… Read More ›