Conway Colour Countdown

Gazing past my panes, I, a Melville Twelve,

search for a Dulux colour palette to

contrast a blank canvas of Pebble Shore.

My Mineral Mists lock on Conway Six.

Grasping a supermarket bouquet,

startled dahlias (somewhere between

Tangerine Twist and Moroccan Flame)

are drooping behind the young suitor. 

He presses a buzzer and shifts 

his weight. Stark Quintessential Blue 

falls harsh against the Pharaohs Gold; 

his jacket brushes building blocks. 

Impatiently he waits for 

one unbeknownst to me. She 

appears behind the opaque 

Blueberry White glass panel. 

A blur of Raspberry 

Bellini, she opens 

the door. He reveals his 

wilting floral trophy. 

Hesitant he waits 

before she erupts 

into a smile of 

pure Silken Sunrise. 

They join in a 

lustful embrace 

before fading 

into Conway. 

Left alone 

With my Pressed 

Thistle thoughts: 

vision blurs. 

I see 

only 

Grecian 

Garland. 

Now

I

feel

blank.