Shades Of Orange Poem by Mark Heathcote

My nursery was wall to wall orange
A single bed, on painted floorboards
An Indian rug where I did yoga.
Learning all about my odd - persona.

My bedroom was wall to wall orange
I the "pip" at the centre on-all-fours a drunkard
One time I got Pneumonia:
Sweating in bed, like some hot Samosa.

My nursery was wall to wall orange
That's all I recall, that and a few mothballs.
And serpentine shadows like a cobra
All shades of orange, turning blood red fuchsia.

My bedroom was wall to wall orange
And in my heart caged a yellow songbird
Longed to explore and leave this Bermuda
See new colours and touch a living fauna.