Blutack'd picture of a faded sports-star Bluebottle's eggs in tomorrow's meat Blue finch on the winded wash-line Blue rinse ladies at the church's fete Blueberry pie - burnt custard skin - Blue memories of a broken heart.
Green grow the rushes - Ho! Greengages squashed sour turning pale Green hill - there is – that is far away Green Man inn where smiling friendships fail Greenwich on the Woolwich Line Greens broccoli, sprouts and curly kale.
Redskins lurking in the undergrowth Red mist of tears or love or both Red rag taunts the farmyard boar Red roses round the kitchen-door Red hot poker Red hot stove Redcurrant jam spilt on a boiling floor.
White blossoms on Gran's cherry-bough White feathers fleck our duck White snow crisp and icy thick White clouds have chased dark skies along White shirt for Sunday evensong White spirit whit-ed sepulchre and ghost.
Black darkness all around in winter Blackbird bidding us to breakfast toast Black night no foe but our most welcome friend Black tar aroma of a childhood without an adult end "Black beauty" on shelf made of wood Blacking shoes and dubbing boots
Prying backyard yellow-hammer My father's favourite garden fowl
A golden sun set in a constant manner with Silver moon in its glistening argent cowl
Crimson princely robes find faintly echo in Crushed violets' far-off meadow canopy Scarlet ribbons laced in fever with Lilac bushes stand neighbour to laburnam's lullaby.
Khaki shorts Fawn-coloured coat Dark brown gloves Leather tanning from our goat
Grey walls with marks of indistinguishable hue. Speedwell - yet another blue
The mustard primrose soon will yield to Cornflower, poppies etching out the harvest field.
Purple pansies Mauve woodberries Saffron crocus in the snow but for vermillion Puce, indigo and turquoise those are shades I did not know.
Lemon curd and olive oil Essence of an orange-peel The colour and the words still Echo how each fruit, itself, must feel
The simple tones of colours Enshroud eternal This reverie of Vision Smell and Sound.
All image of the world in infancy I found
Blue tit tapping on the window-pane Green grass glistening in the springtime rain Brown mushrooms crackle in the frying pan