Yellow is the yolk of my thoughts.
I rarely wear it but my eyes hover around it
as a butterfly encircles a candle’s gold.
The passionate flames of altar tapers are the alphabet of my soul.
In the marrow of every fire, a yellow hymn is intoned.
Halos are crowns bestowed by Jophiel on those who pursue the saintly road.
When the moon waxes yellow, I adore.
The verdant route to my office is punctuated by gorse,
kindling a fire in my blood, my skull, my every pore.
I always wait patiently for the summer when clouds
proudly wear their yellow coats.
The grails of daffodils are furnaces in which every happy memory is forged.
I wrap my mind with yellow whenever blizzards blanch the landscape of my world.
Susie Gharib is a graduate of the University of Strathclyde with
a Ph.D. on the work of D.H. Lawrence. Her writing has appeared in
multiple venues including Pennsylvania Literary Journal, Mad Swirl,
Down in the Dirt, Impspired Magazine, Leaves of Ink, A New Ulster,
Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Ink Pantry.