What comes to mind upon hearing the word ‘orange'?

Besides the fruit.

I guess, the sunrise in Africa.

A cartoon scene from ‘The Lion King'.

But I've seen it for real in England.

Why, only today, I saw in the sky,

Defying the clouds, a thick vibrant line.

A bold, ... striking colour.

Imprinted onto a screen in my mind.

Exotic, rare

In this country of varying greys.


But other than that, what can I say?

I have noted its dominance in fire,

rather than red with which it's associated.

And I see it daily

In the amber of the traffic light.


I think I underestimate the colour.

That's why I've not got much to say.

The End

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