*Illustration reference:
"Fodder Beans, Cock Bank, Whittlesey. Sept 2017"
by painter Fred Ingrams
Red is the colour of my love
Tis cool to the touch, yet hot enough
To singe your marrow, unaware
Yet captivated, how you stare
Green is the colour of my soul
Verdant as a grassy knoll
Towards your light its tendrils strain
And drinks in deep your gaze like rain
Blue is the colour of my thirst
Quenched it is by quick cloudburst
The sky its kindred spirit hue
Reflecting sapphire in the dew
Golden yellow ochre tinge
Is that which gathers on the fringe
A haloed crown atop my dome
A beacon that directs me home
To where a prism marks my grave
For what I seek is fit enclave
Is adequate to fill to brim
With all my hopes before they dim…
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