'Nobody knows the colours I’ve seen.'
Remarks on colour
Poem by Jonathan Wooding
for Graham Shaw, author of ‘God in our Hands’
See! Our bio pod, the Earth, compendium of hot colour,
all tricked out in oriflamme, in indigo, in ruby,
its spinach-green grasses, jasper soils, its verdigris,
their slow-burn insouciance, their flair.