An elegy in colour

Blue and white flowered doonas

Remind me of you

And winter chill

Blue china plates

Are comfort and toasted sandwiches

Blue skies and sunshine

Were less colourful and complicated

Than deep full grey clouds threatening to explode

And wet, shiny concrete bursting in the downpour

And the sound of rain pounding on the tin roof that tastes like safety and excitement

The warm glow of candle light

In a blackout

Sheds warmth over the lounge room

With just enough light to pull you into the pages of your book

Ever since you were taken away

I crave the comfort of the blue doona

And China plates covered in crumbs

And deep grey clouds that crack with silver and blue

And warm golden light pouring through the window

I wish I could colour in the world again

I think when you left, the colour followed you