after Grace Cossington Smith, 1962 – 1964 

 

When the world  

            is this room, the woman who treasures  

sheltered spaces –  

the corners, contour and brightness of  

            a rug, a quilt of blue, green and pink – 

will cherish the open door  

to a veranda,  

mornings of golden light – 

 

and when the door closes 

the space of walls, floor,  

            bed, shelf and chair 

still flow with gold, 

but cold too, with tints of green –  

            and the yellow light is pulling hard against 

            corners that dip and veer 

            in the bold morning:  

wardrobe and rug jump alive orange red, 

the space inside alters,  

            the room glows its maker.  

 

Image: https://arthur.io/art/grace-cossington-smith/interior-in-yellow?crtr=1