Yellow
Migraine, static,
clenched
teeth,
con-artists, bile,
toenail clippings,
battery
acid, glare,
vanity,
shock, hyperbole,
all
that is
unanchored,
unsafe, up in the
air.
I tend to forget
it’s the colour
of butter, too.
...and cowardice! Love it, Lisa. The sounds of the opening images set me on edge first, then the cream (of butter) soothed everything. (Speaking as a migraine sufferer :))
ReplyDeletealso the colour of the sun
ReplyDeleteyes, that reminder to not succumb to the black (or yellow) hole of illness. so true. (another member of the migraine team!)
ReplyDeleteyes, that reminder to not succumb to the black (or yellow) hole of illness. so true. (another member of the migraine team!)
ReplyDeleteLove the immediate tension and then the lovely release of the last stanza
ReplyDeleteI don't like yellow much either. :-)
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. Love the turn to gentleness in the final stanza.
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