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.
Color by Christina Rossetti starts with pink, but then goes on to other colours.
What is pink? a rose is pink
By a fountain’s brink.