As poets we often mourn the fact that there are no rhymes for orange and purple .... but who needs them 
RAINBOW WINGS ... Maureen Clifford © The ScribblyBark Poet Soft
breast feathers
coloured bright orange
bleeding into a throat
of brilliant blue shadowed with
purple and he watched with intelligent
red eyes as others performed aerial gymnastics
overhead ....then unimpressed by their low level passes
and kaleidoscopic display he daintily lowered his
head to the crimson blossom with
its dew drops of nectar,
a questing red beak
thrust into blossom
greedily, eagerly
supped.
