Colour burst.

It's been at the back of my mind
that craving for colour-lust.
Eventually I do make some time
for bottles of paint,layered with dust.

Come summers in the city of gold,
The sun scorching the river's flow
And in the midst of sweltering heat
I find my first:some dazzling yellow.

The laburnum tree in sunshine galore
Lets down its golden hair
It lends to my palette some radiant gold
Driving away all gloomy despair.

The quintessence of scarlet red I seek.
All trails lead to the Middle East,
Where the land's people revolt,protest,
Thirst for the red of the oppressive beast.


Clad in orange,the demi god
Silently passes,beyond mortal land
The air heavy , solemn , gray
While men gather like weeping sand.



Irony is, when I need I will not find
The colour which connects seas,and royal hue
For when I'm back at my easel again
I'm miles and miles from feeling 'blue'.