Jan 2020
THE SMELL OF PURPLE
She says she can smell yellow.
She says she can smell blue.
despite, not being able to
spell either colour.
“Yellow smells the same - as blue.
...like a wet kitty drying by the fire.
Red smells like
Mummy when she kisses.
Her kisses smell different
when she kisses you...
...then she smells like flames
with little orange tips!
Purple is my favourite smell...
...it smells just like a magic spell!”
I kiss her goodnight
like lilac (only lighter)
with little flecks of purple
scattered here & there.
She says she can smell yellow.
She says she can smell blue.
despite, not being able to
spell either colour.
“Yellow smells the same - as blue.
...like a wet kitty drying by the fire.
Red smells like
Mummy when she kisses.
Her kisses smell different
when she kisses you...
...then she smells like flames
with little orange tips!
Purple is my favourite smell...
...it smells just like a magic spell!”
I kiss her goodnight
like lilac (only lighter)
with little flecks of purple
scattered here & there.
The book of the poem is due to be republished on this the 16th of January in this year of perfect vision 2020
(Guildford)
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