It Was a Big Decision to Paint the Cupboards
I like white
but imagine what it would be like, to paint the cupboards yellow.
It would have to be a subtle shade (not daffodil or lemon)
something, Austro-Hungarian perhaps, as you see in Vienna or Budapest.
This will be a departure, catholic even, for my room is modest
and having taken the walls back, to lath and plaster, colour (seems) unnecessary.
Maybe a tone (like the sun on a snowy day) could be painted on the cupboards.
A yellow which goes with white.
Gareth Writer-Davies was Commended in the Prole Laureate Competition in 2015, Specially Commended in the Welsh Poetry Competition and Highly Commended in the Sherborne Open Poetry Competition.
Shortlisted for the Bridport Prize and the Erbacce Prize in 2014.
His pamphlet "Bodies", was published in 2015 through Indigo Dreams and his next pamphlet "Cry Baby" will be published in 2017.
This poem was first published on Amaryllis 24/11/2015
the English who pass through
but Iolo is friendly
to chinwag with anyone
a pint of Red Dragon
in his hand
the overt vowels of Welsh
playing upon his lips
brand of economics
the reason he is sat
the English beat themselves
but that is how it is
the two tongues
in the one thirsty throat
of the mouth
the grating chord of one
up against another
Previously published in The Journal #46