This poem is taken from Stand 224, 17(4) December 2019 - February 2020.

Catherine Baker Poem
Ordering the flag

First – red – but not blood or poppy.
I want Bohemian garnet, picked quivering
from the snowy streets of Prague.

Orange, like the tail feathers of a kumul bird.
Bilas for dancing with a drumming tribe.

For yellow it’s the flame of a Bunsen burner,
when the oxygen valve is closed off.
If not, Klimt’s Kiss in the Belvedere.

Green, traffic light green, of course.

Then, blue, slightly more complex,
Ultramarine with a faint salty tang,
crushed from Afghan gold.

Indigo, must be whinberries,
ripe and growing on summer Welsh hills,
doused in rain, held by the sun.
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