Rainbow Summer
Rainbow summer
Summer is made of colours,
Only of colours
Blue is the sound and the feel
Of water gently lapping
On a pale hand trailing
Long fingers dangling over
A sun-bathed pier
Green is the smell of freshly
Cut grass on a warm afternoon
Yellow is the taste of
Dew and fragrant honeysuckle
Carried on the breeze, or else
The feel on sunlight on bare
Shoulders
White is the sound of children
Playing in the light of a sun
They think will last forever
Laughing in innocence
Pink is the silky smooth
Texture of a new-born rose
Or the taste, dusty-sweet
Of a first kiss
Red is made of dappled flashes
Bursts of light on closed eyelids
When head id tilted back, as if
To embrace the falling light
Brown is the feel of warm stones
Of stones underfoot or the smell
Of newly ploughed soil
Violet is made of front porch
Rocking chairs creaking in the twilight
Black is the colour of whispers
Passed back and forth at midnight
Or else it’s the feel of velvety
Breath fogging in the starry air
While grey is the feel of mist
Cool and damp on bare skin
Or the promise of the dawn
Life is made of colours
Only of colours
Hold nothing back.
Taste, smell, hear
And see the colours
But most of all,
Feel them.
-Victoria Kinsey