Monday, 7 March 2011

Winter Colour

We wobble through the woods, conceal crayons

in the nooks of old trees or in bushes

so that Andrew can amble there, find one,

and exaggerate joy when he gets them.

His bedroom’s full of thousands of crayons

(so we inch them out into these wood-walks)

creating a constant new colour;

like blue, black or green, maybe yellow

and we reckon we’re conning the rascal

with a weaving of colours in the country

but I know that he clocks every action,

peeking sideways, pretending they’re new.

Why would he support such reprocessing?

Why? Returning fine splurges - delight.


  1. Nice comfortable read. I can see boxes labelled 64 Crayolas scattered about and Andrew knows just where they are...

  2. Stephen oh Stephen
    This ,your therapist will get a chuckle out of all I copied ,ha ha

    You Keep on pushing that mind of yours
    one day sweetie ,you will be rich and famous ,you will be remembered !!

    just think sweetie ,you be able to afford ,your new love ,without mommy ,supporting you both ,
    Or just maybe ,your mommy could high your new love as her new maid ,and she will fit right in with all that are care takers of her yard

    you little devil you ,this fame in creation is so rewarding and touching ,How you spend wasting Time to create such Rewarding Fame for me ,Wow!! you are amazing man ,now writing a novel ,how do you find the time

    have a nice life aaron,anwii,awniii40,Rob,calkid,oh silly me ,I forget ,you have many user names and male or female ,just so convincing ,you make all look like pretty little Idiots

    isn't life perfect ,I think so

    today is great ,you look so stupid aaron ,as you just don't hold the facts about nothing smiling
    Get a Divorce sheeshh