Synesthesia

by Orla McGreevy

This morning when I woke I smelt yellow.
It was the rough amber that tickled my nostril hair
but it faded to a perfumed jasmine
after several blinks.

I think I heard the tang of mustard with a lemon
singing in the background, and it was hard
to tell exactly which dessert it resembled,
maybe creamed banana crumble.

But the sound of clanging dishes had me taste such orange
that I couldn’t hear the yellow for much longer
and they blended like Play-Doh
to a fleeting gold.

The gold reminded me of a poem
in that flicker, and the writer’s words
danced the five-step waltzing Matilda
to the landing through my door.

I had had enough of painting.

End of the poem

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Some external links:

The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US

Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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