I wrote this poem: Childhood Colours
I haven’t posted any poetry for a while - since the middle of National Poetry Writing Month in April, in fact - probably because I haven’t actually written any since my muse went to hide under the bed around about April 17th.
Here’s one from early on in April though. I don’t remember what inspired it exactly - possibly the children’s rainbow song which goes ‘Red and yellow and pink and green…’ But for whatever reason, I also decided to try and set myself a rule to follow for each stanza. Can you spot it?
Childhood Colours
Pink: my favourite party dress all faded
and grown too short; strawberry ice cream;
the plastic skin of dolls; bubblegum bubbles.
Red: the velvet-covered seats of the
concert hall where I sang on oblivious
as the scenery tumbled all around me.
Orange: too-sweet squash after Sunday school;
sweets after school in a packet decorated
with dinosaurs; space-hoppers; satsumas at Christmas.
Yellow: my own private sandbar at the
bottom of the bathtub after a day
playing in golden sands and shimmering sea.
Green: duckweed; pondweed; seaweed; vivid grass stains
on my shorts on sports day; the
silvery leaves of my grandad’s willow tree.
Blue: sky; sea; turquoise goop painted
on our little boat’s hull; the knitted
teddy bear I swapped with my brother.
Purple: the peeling paint in my primary
school playground on the shed doors and
the metal pole we tried to climb.
Brown: my floppy dog of flowered corduroy;
horse chestnuts in autumn; chocolate Easter eggs;
new-turned damp earth in Dad’s allotment.
White: bread cut by my grandmother for
my sandwiches and the laundry drying outside
which I sat beneath when eating them.
Black: the rubber ring we’d float with;
wet oily tarmac on diesel-drizzle days;
words on the pages of new books.
© 2008 C Sharp






