Last month's poem of the month writer, Pam Thompson, has chosen this month's poem.

Pam says, "This poem is a little gem: vivid, resonant, believable. Those 'pocket money colours' say it all. I love the sound and the sense of the expression, 'Giggling mirrorless to St. Peter's..' and how rites of passage are nailed to specific places."#

Find out more about Hannah and her work at http://www.writeoutloud.net/poets/hannahkate

Delaunay’s Dye

We went halves on a 99p palette,
pocket money colours,
purples, blues and greys.
Giggling mirrorless to St. Peter’s
where, with one sponge brush,
we painted each other’s eyes
amongst brambles and gravestones,
graffiti and angels.
When our curfew was passed
and it was too dark to see
our newly grown-up faces,
we watched the stars switch on,
writing the dyeworks into the sky.
Wandered home slowly,
mauve eyes on Turkey Red streets
where, once, colours were made.