Yellow

This is one of mine:

Once I was a child.
Basking in the warmth of the yellow.
Surrounded by the energy of the yellow,
Spying from within (the yellow).

No one could find us,
Deep in our nest of yellow.
We were not accountable,
As we lay in the life of the yellow.

Only seen from above,
We looked up to the blue.
The birds they fly free.
And that's how we felt; in the yellow.

(pause)

How suddenly the ages shout.
Youth must move on.
No longer to be cocooned;
Within the yellow.

I long to be back, forever there; within the yellow.
But the only reminder, is the straw in my hair,
Now grey, instead of yellow.


Published in Breaking Voices, Edited by Heather Killingray FP 2003 Series...
Poetry Now, Peterborough (2003)