By my uncle’s <br />pub & garage <br /> <br />(where I looked at Superman comics <br />for the first time ever) <br /> <br />lived a house <br />made almost entirely of violet <br />kissed with a wild yellow. <br /> <br />I, amazed <br />having never seen a house <br /> <br />wearing such beautiful <br />colours. <br /> <br />I would look <br />at it for hours <br /> <br />at different hours. <br /> <br />get up at dawn <br />to see the colours <br /> <br />creep into it <br />as it threw off the night <br /> <br />or wait up to see <br /> <br />the night <br />slowly eat its colours <br /> <br />slipping into sleep. <br /> <br />It bloomed <br />In my child’s mind <br /> <br />summer after summer <br /> <br />the wonder <br />of my five year old world. <br /> <br />It was maybe mauve <br /> perhaps a pale purple <br /> <br />or maybe its yellow <br />was a pink <br /> <br />a chameleon <br />changing colours <br /> <br />as I added years to years <br />& grew up. <br /> <br />It was as if a house <br />could be a perfect painting <br />or a beautiful flower. <br /> <br />I watched it <br />wrapped in an intense blue sky <br /> <br />or set on fire <br />by a passing sunset. <br /> <br />It was <br />an ordinary <br />everyday miracle <br /> <br />just nonchalantly <br />hanging around.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tall-house-going-up-the-hill-for-a-scarlett-woman/
