A citrine sun shines in a topaz sky,
Warming the amber shore.
Effervescent surf laps the beach,
While further out, opalescent horses dance.
Jade, sapphire and amethyst,
Glimmer in the depths,
As the roar of the surf,
Echoes across the bay.
Plants of emerald, peridot and malachite,
Adorn the headland downs.
Delicate dandelion clocks,
Float to the sea on a breeze.
If only my desk was normally this tidy
In my hand I hold her,
The voice of golden knowledge.
All I have to do is whisper,
'Siri' and she's at my beck and call.
'Siri I'm stranded with flint stone in my hand,
How am I to cook my plantain?
Without matches or a stove?
'Take your flint and strike …'
Damn no battery,
I shouldn't have played solitaire!
I was given these three words Siri, Plantain and Flintstone by Lenny Henry via Twitter.
Would that I could,
Weave a dream.
Of sleep all around me,
There's a chill in the air,
Get quilted up.
Yes! That's it,
In a warm cocoon am I.
I tweeted Matt Lucas and asked if he would give me a 3 word prompt. His reply was "Yes I Would"
You can find this poem in my book, A Little Bit of Light and Dark.