Stands For Love [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Stands For Love [rev]



All through the house I leave trails of pink wherever
I go - pink in a satin scarf in the parlour & flowers in
hand-painted basket & hydrangeas on curtains with
white transparent bows, a rosy soft blanket as sun-
screen, or even heater when I freeze, and purple-
pink scarves on chairs with mint-green cushions

In my defence I built a black table-cloth sunscreen
with velvet trimming for the sun-room, blue table-
cloth curtain in the kitchen: Scorpio never feels heat
which is worrying - while this crocodile hates being
either too warm or cold; wet the pink blanket hung
on clothes-dryer in front of glass doors letting in

The sun’s glare, masqueraded as washing; Scorpio
happily left the pink screen without suspecting foul
play in my friendly reptilian mien; today maybe the
pink-&-blue heart design blanket, hung wet in the
same place, claiming washing again; a problem’s
Linah’s black table-cloth sunscreen’s laid on the

Clothes-dryer; I keep the sun at bay like this with
infection-fighting non-swimming - thus my friend
Soleil understands why I can’t come out to play -
time to hunt sheets of white paper to cover study
walls convincing Scorpio white reflects light better
than sophisticated cognac-champagne, which at

Present is a dowdy drab-default colour swallowing
bright light required to generate rainbows shining
within transparent glass vases - me adding pink -
stands for love, I love all things & everyone, even
recalcitrant dogs; my son’s room ended up golden
as the be-lioned towel on his door proclaims

At least I added blue to a golden scene to indicate
his golden spiritual abode in the clouds, but don’t
tell him, he’s not into colour as symbols like me

Friday, October 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings,love
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