Beginning with the poem...
Yellow Day
Yellow is the sunlight, flooding the room
Yellow is the egg yolk, broken with a spoon
Yellow is the lost, freshly clean sock
…lock?
Yellow are feet in the cold white sand,
Yellow is swinging together, hand in swinging hand
Yellow is a sudden smile, and an awful burst of laughter
Yellow is bananas and custard, and feeling sick after
Yellow is the hot drink that chases away the cold
Yellow is the wall, that marks growing old
Yellow are the daffodils trumpeting through the ground
Yellow is that sock, finally found
Yellow is the sun setting, from red to orange, to pink, to blue
Yellow is the colour of my memories, of you
As you can see, the words are not totally finished, and as you can see from the most up to date page plan below, some of the images are not finalised. However, I am just too impatient, and have started on the imagery already. This may be a huge error on my part, and my next stage is to finalise everything and complete a full mock up of the book, before going any further and making any mistakes.

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