Donovan and Joan Baez sing Colours at the Newport Folk Festival
Did we know that yellow was Jessamy* - not goldenrod, meline, or saffron?
Draped over soft pillows at morn, she was her very own special yellow.
Forever mellow in a sweet song,
Dawn after dawn after.
The blue blessing Jessamy's mornings - azure of the highest order high.
Sapphire changed to indigo later, and poured hues
Of bright claret from a sunset sky
Into Jessamy's glass.
The sparklin' corn at sunrise was green. Jess called the stalks virescent.
She loved shooting the fields in sepia, the colors all muted titian.
Jess kept those days of the dawn,
Long after long after.
MLydiaM ~ September 2010
*Jessamy defined in Colour Terms
I am late this week, running after TFE's Poetry Bus just hoping I can still get on board. This week Marion asked us to write a poem about a color.....read her prompt and other poems HERE.