The Sound of Colours

The Sound of Colours http://gregoryswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2015/07/the-sound-of-colours.html Red sounds like blood dripping out through some severed artery, Bursting out in a gush from a severed head, or limb, spluttery. Or the hot breath of passion in the pulsing darkness, whispery. Orange is citrus fruit bursting, splattered on the hard ground, Or the song of choirs bouncing off a chantry's walls all round; Or a King coming with glorious reforms in an irresistible bound. Yellow is cows bellowing among buttercups, chewing cud, Or the rush of cowards, defeated, fleeing through stalling mud; And the clang of gold beneath a smith's hammering, heavy thud. Blue signals a k pop singer's lament when there's no Gucci bag; The sound of birds waking up a drunken, wanton, layabout slag; Moody jazz oozing through the dark recesses, a misery drag. Green is the rasping rattle, of green phlegm in asthmatic lungs, The slithering sliding of serpents in grass darting diabolic tongue; The creep of wilderness spreading tentacles where man has sprung. Indigo is rubber tyres flapping, punctured on the bitumen; Ink splashing out of some wayward, penning fountain; The slinky rustle of a siren in a dress sleek and silken. Violet is the siren sliding off her gossamer attire of desire The rustle of money to quench the flame of prurient fire; Cancer cells rupturing, oozing from sores dirty and dire.