When he wrote ‘Prayer for my daughter’,
Yeats knew everyone has a curse;
ugliness, youth, old age or beauty
fixation, fear, control, abuse
and curses bash exuberance
- so how come Andrew oozes verve
with every glass of lemonade,
or song and any disco dance?
I ask him straight ‘Who teaches best?’
and he replies ‘It’s me, I do!’
‘What do you teach?’ he glances ‘Colours.’
‘which colours?’ and he answers ‘Blue!’
Known as the colour of humility – Blue -
a fractal of love and such a magnificent curse.