Monday, 27 June 2016

Yellow

I entered the following poem into the 2016 Guernsey Eisteddfod; it was awarded a first class certificate of which I was absolutley thrilled about.

Yellow 

The Provençal sun lights vibrant blooms golden saffron,
a Van Gogh, a picture so perfect;

a buzzing bee follows the scent of the sunflowers’ nectar
wafting on a warm southern breeze.

Splodged on an artist’s palette amidst the whites and ochres
a squeezed tube spews cadmium lemon,

light delicate brush strokes capture the bees’ colourful bands
in shades of blacks and deep yellow.

The beauties of nature’s distractions momentarily lure him
a painted lady teasingly bathes in warm summer rays . . .

the artist sits back and ponders on where to paint next year,
they say Italy’s nice, but is Naples really yellow?

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