I TASTE THE COLOUR… AUGUST 18, 1993

 
I taste the colour of the gods
through the geometrical interplay
like the ambrosia from Mount Olympus
of the eye eaten by love
in its tightly-fitting golden yellow armour
warped with a web of blue threads
the hands are of such a marine light
as to break the cobalt apart
with red colours laid in clusters of rubies.

The arched ocean eats the golden day up
through the ropes and cables of a ship.

I taste the imagined images
a liquid out of the sun
named russet-ray
and bluish
filamentary
as my country’s fabric is
or the pale seabirds’
one.

Jean-Paul Jérôme
August 18, 1993