I hid my frown among the bushes,
Made a house out of a swamp
And completely absolved in earthly pleasure,
I mourned the death of a bird.
I roamed the World in tremendous monochrome,
Never telling light from the void of days.
I was aware of the cruelty of being
In any shade, vice looks the same.
I confess I was a simple man, who
Did not crave more than the eye could take.
An artist’s canvas is volatile,
Yet nothing beats the sobriety of shape.
But do you remember Waterloo?
The canons roared as you waltzed by.
I met you in the darkest hour,
And your voice was the warmest shade of blue.
When all colour found its way to me,
My love, the hue of all my soul,
I died and revived the moment I saw you.
Carol Chin
Local poet
