Fly on the wall

Looking in the window

My senses in a tizzy!

A spectrum of colours,

A gust of wind, ushering me inside.

 

The tapestry of life shining through,

A tear here, a secret lover’s glance there.

Listless grey of sadness darkens one room,

Tinkering laughter glows gold in another.

 

I taste green, the colour of plenty, but my mouth goes bitter from poisonous envy.

There is madness hidden in a riot of colours,

And then a calm voice driving those blues away.

A sudden red hot glaze of anger shoots at me.

 

I back off into the halls, curiouser and curiouser.

I buzz, hmm and haw through life.

I see, I hear, I smell, I taste,

Quietly, subversively.