A yellow world

By Rhiannonw

Mon, 26 Apr 2021
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She felt like vigorously colouring in,
some energetic pressing back and forth, and filling in,
not delicately shading different colours in,
and proudly finished and presented
– a yellow rainbow, yellow cloud –
all coloured well, within the lines.

I thought …
we like the golden sunshine
but we too
are pleased for spectrum colours in our lives
(the rainbow too God’s sign of faithful care he gives
despite the violence, wickedness still in the world)
and clouds of white and grey
bring needed moisture, shade
and make us glad to see once more
the golden sunshine in the sky!

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Comments

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Maybe she was thinking of the missing piece? There is no sun in the picture? And without that there could be no rainbow, so maybe she was restoring balance?

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Ha! Yes, maybe she was just thinking she liked a sun in the sky. She is very vigorous in her fairly heavy-handed colouring, but very careful to fill it all up and keep within the lines! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

I think the little girl must have had just a yellow crayon?

I remember as a child when the gave us (playing?) clay that when you mix it all up all the coulurs together and knead all the colours together it always just end up as Brown? Why is this Rhiannon do you know?

Tom Brown

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Actually, Tom, she had a tinful available, but I think likes to concentarte on one colour, filling in wholly a large area. I gave her a blue, which she declined, and I think her father offered her a yellow (we were having a 'zoom' fellowship with our church friends at the time, and she had said 'hello' and was occupying herself around us with toys and things in various ways as was her younger sister).

Yes, about clay, ours seemed to go a greyish colour. I suppose it's like mixing paints. When I helped in a pre-school playgroup years ago, I used to often want to tell parents when presented with their child's painting that was a greyish mass, that frequently it had been qjuite an interesting painting/pattern at first, but the child couldn't leave well alone, and kept wanting to add and change until the final result was a big greyish blob! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

Quite right. Without the dullness of rainy days, we wouldn't appreciate the golden sun nearly as much. Lovely poem.

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jean! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

I still think she had only a yellow crayon that is all that makes sense.

Anyway you have the last word. And if you mix up all the colours playing clay it is Brown Not grey. This I know well from experience this mystery.

Kaeep well Rhiannon tel your niece rainbows are most beautiful.

Hope you are wwell! Tom Brown