adamdaniel

What is red? The ribbon’s red,
Upon my lover’s head.
What is red? The robin’s red,
His chest in pigment bled.
What is red? My rage is red,
With anger for a bed.

What is green? The grass is green,
With dew in shining sheen.
What is green? My brooch is green,
The jade all polished clean.
What is green? The dots serene,
As peacocks fan and preen.

What is black? A witch is black,
Her raiment flowing slack.
What is black? The midnight’s black,
The nightshades on my back.
What is black? The sooty stack,
The smoke a pluming track.

What is pink? The clouds are pink,
Above the ocean sink.
What is pink? The rose is pink,
With thorns as dark as ink.
What is pink? Thy lips are pink,
A coquette with a wink.

What is gold? A coin is gold,
Between my fingers cold.
What is gold? The heaven’s hold,
With Jesus standing bold.
What is gold? The kings of old,
In finery extolled.

What is soft? The moss is soft,
As soft as stars aloft.
What is soft? The air is soft,
A soothing summer waft.
What is soft? The grass is soft,
On paths I tread so oft.

What is sleek? The crow is sleek,
With curses from its beak.
What is sleek? The otter’s sleek,
His kindred gathered meek.
What is sleek? The horse is sleek,
As trainers softly speak.

What is light? The feather’s flight,
Neath sunshine in delight.
What is light? The candles bright,
The altar draped in white.
What is light? The lamps at night,
Like treasure to my sight.

Who is fair? My love is fair,
With daisies in her hair.
Who is fair? The queen is fair,
With jesters debonair.
Who is fair? Astarte’s fair,
With passion like a flare.

What is wealth? The garden’s health,
With moonbeams draped in stealth.
What is joy? A singing boy,
With maidens swooning coy.
What is wild? The sky is wild,
In boundless tumult styled.

What is grace? Thy loving face,
As merry starlings chase.
What is grace? The stars of space,
That smile upon our place.
What is grace? The lucky ace,
When fortune brings disgrace.

What is love? Tis God above,
In heaven’s treasure trove.
What is love? The racing dove,
The gift of peace thereof.
What is love? Thy name is love,
That choruses sing of.