Monday 26 June 2023

'Palette' by Wendy Newbury


Tell me in colors if you cant say the words, Im a mustard yellow, a sticky blotch of mess round your white coffee cup; tell me here in this moment what youd prefer, perhaps a splash of red and I will swirl the orange youve been after; tell me our love is no longer violet, deep afterglow sky, soft rain kissing windows, handwritten notes left by the kitchen sink; tell me you want an evergreen start, a redo, your beginning; tell me this is the end, that Im now last season’s shades of Love in New York and you, Faded Love; tell me all the things that made me choose you, like when you said Im your sunrise palette, your ocean blue and golden ray, white sea foam waves; tell me, tell me quick before it all turns grey.

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