Yellow Month

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Buidhe
One month a year
Scotland turns yellow.
In hedgerows,
gorse’s delicate mustard
petals, curtain-off
its evergreen thorny skeleton.
Around Tayside, the broom
sits next to the gorse,
its long-stems are dappled
with lemony coloured buds.
Upon the hill,
rapeseed swirls into
a golden canvas painted
with a farmer’s palate knife.
On my street,
the golden tree rains
butterfly blossoms,
dangling like a dew-drops.
In the gardens, and verges, and parks
patches of tulips and daffodils and dandelions
form a quilt of bright yellow.
Last year was spent behind
bus shelters, office frontages,
behind classroom windows.
Tinted green, blue, and grey,
erasing the away the yellow.
This year, I am free
to open the sash
to let in the month of yellow.

Lyric poem by Rachel Marsh, Creative Writing Teacher
Vice – President Graduated Women Scotland East

2 thoughts on “Yellow Month

    A. Kuhler-Oostra said:
    May 24, 2020 at 6:18 pm

    Thanks again Roxana for keeping in touch and keeping us together! Best wishes from Audrey, I hope you and ‘yours’ are keeping well, I’m lucky!

      Roxana Elena Petrescu responded:
      May 25, 2020 at 1:13 pm

      Thanks Audrey, somehow this poem reminds us of Dundee 2019. Very best wishes from Romania!

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