We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)
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25.9.19

Colours of Music


In response to a prompt at 'imaginary garden with real toads': Bits of Inspiration ~ The Colors in a Song, asking us for a synaesthetic response to various pieces of music, I chose two:





Colours of Music

Jimmy’s a shimmy,
all colourless glitter,
or veering between
splashes of silver,
flashes of gold.

Then, when his guitar
screams along its cutting edge,
the noise is red, sharp red,
then ragged black, 
then piercing white,
easing down 
into purple haze.

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Ella is yellow
shining sunny. 
Then toffee gold 
deepens to mellow, 
softening caramel, sweet....

Now lifts into blue
as her voice soars,
swells and lingers, 
falling into 
a rhythmic fade:
pale yellow,
sunlight on water.