The Conspiracy of Colours

I heard someone say

they are terrible at yellows.

I boasted to myself, I do okay.

 

Barefoot in flaxen fields, gold,

honey, dandelion, mustard, buttery.

Then there is lemony lime called 

chartreuse. I am sure you've seen

a yellow that’s nearly green.

 

Emerald, forest, jade and pine

juniper, moss, sea foam, and brine.

Just as you revel in how green you feel

green quietly turns to teal.

 

That’s the beginning of the blues.

Azure, cerulean, electric, turquoise,

hold on to the sky, the steel, the poise.

 

Before long, strung on the colour wheel,

you tell yourself: this is life, deal. Deal.

Trapped by yellows and wracked by blues

Get off, walk away. But first find your shoes.