The Yellow Thrum – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


At dVerse Grace has invited us to once again look at synesthesia, this time music as colour.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Synesthesia


“Although I see colours in every song, it’s the artist put his (sic) heart and soul into that produce the best images.” Melissa McCracken

The Yellow Thrum The prologue for a country pastorale was a warm summer's picnic basket where the oranges dislodged and fell into the sky a new palette which walked like a bass line thrumming deep orange right down my spine a glow turning crimson with vibrations lighting up the grey neutral neural centre with a blistering violin solo so thin it caught fire across the parchment of dots to be joined in a minor key, while the coda became a sombre capitulation to the merging rainbow pulsating backbeat defibrillating my plexus in bursts of visceral orange and yellow treble…

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