• Martin Wardley

The random rainbow (28th Oct 2020)

The turquoise curl of purpose

Slides slyly into the pale blue hue of humility

While juxtaposed the rose red thread of credibility

Crosses swords with the ochre accord of joviality

Deep in thought the mauve marauding of the ordinary

Seeks reassurance from the yellow essence of excellence

While in pieces the cerise fleet of disbelief

Attempts to sell the story to the faun abode she can ill afford

Winding down now the rust clutch of dusk

Tips a wink to the pink invisible ink

For only she can know that the artichoke glow of faux control

Will erode the Emerald lens of ephemeral show

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