BLUE BALLOON

To live in greens and blues ... straight ... mixed .... perhaps, even tinged with gold. Turquoise! To bathe in Delphinium blue, scented by sweet peas and lavender, polished by the sun. To see your name in the purply-blue ink of my hand.


BLUE BALLOON


You sat on it,
Squeezing, you pushed it,
To its screeching limits.


Then spiking like stiletto heel,
Cobalt blue soaked wintry sheets,
Warming, you saved it.


Colours ... don't you just love them!

Maureen Walsh ©


Ciao for now!