Love, in a xanthous afternoon

Would our conversation have continued
if I asked about colour and stroke
and offered, words are unused palettes
made tactile for the willing
as she turned to restrain my OCD
each object, centred yet abstract
in younger days congealing and tamed
by that wild brush, of a hand pouring tea.

Margaret Olley Yellow Room

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