Primary Colours Copyright © Sally Warrell 2011

I have fallen asleep on the train.
Beside me a door is ajar;
A white painted, four panelled door
With a round crazed china handle.
It is the door to the past.

I spill out into the countryside
With my wardrobe of memories.

I dress myself in green.
I am young and truculent.
I think I know it all.
I don’t want to listen.

I dress myself in blue.
I am true to something.
There is still something
It seems worth holding on to.

I dress myself in red.
I am a gash in the landscape.
You see me before I see you:
You get the better of me.

I dress myself in yellow.
I do not know myself.
I am not one thing or another.
I am somewhere in between.