The Marriage Of Blue And Yellow Poem by Sheena Blackhall

It was a primal love-match:
The Navy-blue officer
Walking out of the ultramarine of the sea
Holding a white balloon marked 'Cloud'
Gave a blue sigh that escaped like a small blue bubble.

He spotted her right away
On the yellow sand,
The girl in the yellow bikini,
Golden hair cascading down her back.

They went to the fair together.
All the golden goldfish
Circled their bowls
As they looped the loop,
As they shared their first wet kiss.

Everyone came to the wedding
Poppy holding a posy of blushing rose,
Reverend Black, his bible edged in red.
There was no going back.

Now little green children
Dance down watery fields.