I Tell My Friend, The Painter, That My Favorite Color Is Orange

I tell my friend the painter
That my favorite color is orange

He says he doesn't really believe in orange
That it's just the space between yellow & red
He's not exactly wrong
Orange was known in olde English as "geoluhread"
Meaning yellow-red
It wasn't until the 16th century that we started calling it orange
And even then the color was named after the fruit
Not the other way around
He said he thought my color would be mustard
I said it's that too

Carmen says my color is coral with blood
Fitting light with a price
I'd say my favorite color is exactly that
The whole path from yellow to red
And haven't we always had to make space?

At home in the journey
Something wild between primaries



Credits
Writer(s): Séamus Fey
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