red blue {turn and repeat}

the soundtrack of my youth was

the vacant puffy lyrics performed

by satin clad blokes and cheese

clothed lasses

occasional protest song broke through

the ones that made you think

’bout education and war

and how unfair it all was


grandad shined my shoes on Sunday

by Monday they were scuffed

Tuesday I had Brownies

and points were took off

I was not smart        enough


grandad’s box was blue

no, it was red silly girl

fairly certain it was blue, I sat on it for goodness sake

Don’t argue with me it was red, it was red.

like the cloud of anger in your head


flowers are red the protest song went on

always always red never any other colour

and I learned as a childthat when she

said red, it had to be red.


but I grew up

and I grew apart

I grew to know Jesus

and got a seat at his table

rainbow flowers fill my world

wwhy would I ever return to red?