Ode to a dish

This plate seems ordinary,

Well alright then, extraordinary,

There isn’t one like it in the world

We painted it ourselves

It is green and red, a perfect watermelon,

Made with nature’s complimentary colours,

An art teacher once showed me a colour wheel

and said

Orange and blue

Yellow and purple,

Green and red

And now you are far away in London

And I have this dish

That we painted in 2008

This dish

Published by hermionelaake - Awards-nominated writer and associate editor O:JA&L

Currently, whist working on long fiction, I write short stories, poetry, essays and blog weekly. I appeared on Blog Talk Radio, 2016, interview across continents with Susan Wingate. See my twitter account: herziloph, pinned tweet; Award nominee, Jointly-published and Indie writer. Nominated for the Avon and Authonomy First Lines prize, 2014 and the H. G. Wells Grand Prize for Fiction, 2013. My flash fiction is published with Open: Journal of Arts and Letters.

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