I took this photo while on holiday some weeks ago. I noticed the flower among others not only because it’s a beautiful rose, but because it is so pink – ultimately pink. I thought the tiny beetle was sort of cute, too.
Having made a contact with pinkness I looked around to see if anyone has celebrated it in poetry. Sure enough there are a good many poems on the subject.
Poem Hunter has a list. The one that most suited this post is:
This Peach is Pink with Such a Pink by Norman Rowland Gale
This peach is pink with such a pink
As suits the peach divinely;
The cunning colour rarely spread
Fades to the yellow finely;
But where to spy the truest pink
Is in my Love’s soft cheek, I think.
The second verse is about white, so I leave that out.
Then there’s Emily Victoria’s blog called Poetry in Pink, but her poems aren’t actually about pinkness.
What is pink? a rose is pink
By a fountain’s brink.