Tasting the rainbow

Colours everywhere

Colours to describe and define the world

And the way and the places we live in.

Colours waking us up,

And letting us go to sleep,

And sometimes crying to us in the night

And there I can see

Orange and I taste the sweetness of the orange

Red like a tomato in the first dawn

With a bit of salt and the dew attached to it.

Green like the grass

We spend most the summer rolling in

And laughing so loud

Not seeing anyone at all

Green like the Saturday pea soup,

Or the stuffed cabbage

With its surprise offerings.

Purple reminds me of baba ghanoush,

The one made somewhere in north London,

A feast for the senses

But then reminds me that I don’t like aubergines,

At all much.

Blue like the sea water

After a year of living inland.

Blue tastes of summer ice creams,

Not caring and not doing much.

All those colours

Always associated with events

And then of course

Associated with food and sharing

And memories.