Plenty

Her cream cheeks full of sweet crab claws and kelp.

Plump, coral lips and little eyes that twinkled like green crystals.

And hair that hung and clung to pudgy rolls of milky
white fat.

She would not swim for supper like all others.

As her tiny tail flipped and slapped, she sang,

'Oh how I wish I was little, but I love to snack and hate to
swim.

So I’ll sit and slap stones with my tiny shiny tail.

And find a big burly wave to carry me home.

My skinny white sisters swoop, dive and tire.

I shall not crack a sweat nor make pointless fatigue.

Or stop eating when I’m full, I shall never be full.

And such a big ocean, with so many of them and so much of me.

So I will never be lonely, not really…………..not me?’

Forest

I wish I were in the forest,
Not walking, but hiding. Unseen.
I could be a leaf, amongst the others,
Blending in but not the same.
A drop of water; my father the sun.
My mother the rain.
I could be the soft dirt, under bare feet,
between baby’s toes.
The yellow powder in the fragile rose,
I sneeze and it explodes.
I could be the mist that rests on fur and web.
It rises up to catch air along the river’s ebb.
The trapped monarch’s dark wing,
Beating frantic rhythms for a dancing spider.

The wedding morning

The wedding day
It was early morning, too early for anyone to be awake or to realise that
this was an important day just beginning, the colour of peach.
And all around a few people due to come together that day, drifted
in and out of sleep; in between awake and dreams.

The first birds clears it’s soft throat and calls.
A reminder, that sends a shot of excitement through a young woman’s heart.
She is awake, the colour of white.

The phone rings, she leaps to answer it, a well wishing father, a caring mother,
a good friend. She sits on the edge of the bed and stares at her dress, it is like
another woman in the room and she speaks to it. “Well it’s me and you kid…
…And him of course.” She smiles. “Him” the colour of pink.

Everywhere, people are bathing, showering, dressing, applying make-up,
fussing with ties, kilts, socks, bras, earrings, rings…rings? Rings?…Ah yes Rings-
the phone rings again! A friend overseas who can’t be here, she sends love and hugs and she cries a little with the young woman, who has to re apply
her mascara, the colour of chocolate.

A last look in the mirror, she admits to herself that she is perfect!
Well everyone else is saying it!
The car arrives and she steps out to meet her father, she is nervous and blissful.
He is nervous and proud, so proud, the colour of gold.

The guests arrive, the groom arrives, the sun arrived hours ago, but he told rain and she arrives, doesn’t want to miss the celebrations, so sun and rain turn up, and they’ve brought rainbow too, and she is gorgeous, the colours of red, yellow, orange, purple, blue, white, gold, peach, chocolate, pink…. the colours of you.