Tiny Pink 2 pounder I, only 6 months in the making
Realising, as Orange tints the skyline, as stars retreat, as backs turn, you’re on your own baby!
Unwanted, thrown out Red flesh, caught just in time, a second glance, by chance, then
Escaping into Golden life, a little Rainbow girl sliding
Cross a Green rubber sheet.
Older age brings wiser shades of Grey and other ways of being free
Looking back, bleak, Black school thoughts
Of me, my warm tears pressed on cold Cream painted stone, still, alone, memorising my poem as punishment
Reciting verse in Mistress’s dark Brown lair, but look! there’s a
Silver lining now, indeed, for I birth poetry from my Rainbow Soul
About the Creator
Claire Wiggins
Writing as Claire TalyBont since 1999, Claire is at home as a poet, story writer or author of non fiction. She lives in North Wales UK and runs Space Collective Online, an online Open Mic.
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