Palette Poem by ALEX OWULO OGOH

Let me sit and marvel at this palette
Its little hue that crawls
Bring to me a minstrel sit
And let me ponder on what cuddle across

The rainbow signature
With its threading zigzags cue
Are all in the breeze of little age
That lovely frame of time
When the primary colour
Become the love of many
The red, the blue, and the colour that vomit yellow
All representative of the childhood age

Let me sit and marvel at this palette
Its little hue that walk
Bring to me a minstrel sit
And let me ponder on what cuddle across

Part of rainbow hue
That move from the frame of brood
To meet the eager world of test
Like a chick hatched from a heaven egg
The little lovely frame of time
This formed from the innocent dice
To become the secondary colour
The purple, the orange, and the green
All as representative of an adolescent age

Let me sit and marvel at this palette
Its little hue like hunch of horse
Bring to me a minstrel sit
And let me ponder on what cuddle across

That edge of sword
Broken or bend from the spoken war
Manning the age of time
With an hell of hunch
Sitting at the backbone
That age of being old
That phase of being cold
That lane of tertiary colour
That tunnel of sepulcher in hollow
That aging aged life