When the daily prompt asks you to try writing an aisling *poem and you take a trip to London only to discover that the rail network there has been giving its formerly grotty, run-down facilities a facelift, you can only write about one thing… I had great fun doing it, especially as I was able to combine it with yet more ’Paint Chip Poetry.’ Thanks go to Dulux, Annie Sloan and French Chic paints for the ‘resource material!’
* A Gaelic-style dream or vision poem usually featuring a woman who personifies the area in which you live.
Moon Cloud, After Midnight she appears, the answer to all our prayers; Whiter Than White robes, cloak marbled with Grey Pebble. “Dazzle Me!” I whisper to our Lady Grey. “Dazzle Me with your Duck Egg Blue doors, Floors of Chicago Grey, (no Faded Terracotta here). Dazzle Me with your shiny taps; Smooth Operators gushing torrents of Crystal Blue. You are my Chateau Grey; your flushes the Salt of The Earth. You are the Creme de la Crème of Railway sanitary facilities, a Love Letter to the weary traveller caught short. When the time comes for that final flush, may I have the Last Dance with you.”