Yellow is
Sharp as lemons
Clear as canary song
Pure as daffodils
That magic time just before dusk
When the world is golden as Rapunzel’s hair
A second-hand Easter dress
Too short in 1977 when I was 17
And yellow is
Glorious as the fear
of a girl on the cusp of lust
Beautiful and fascinating. I love the unexpected parings: Sharp as lemons, Clear as a canary song and Glorious as the fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This piece is one on which, I'm as keen as mustard. Danny; ¬)