Trying to be poetic (1) – Colours of the rainbow (Part 2)

Green: Her words, her fury, her jealousy; His denial, his refusal, his Gallic shrug; Her hesitance, the stains on the face, his calloused palm; Promises to turn over a new leaf, the perennial spring, the fresh smell of leaves wafts up.

Blue: Her sorrows, his misery, they swallow; Shared blue curacao, her pills on the floor, his midnight blues staring into her cerulean ones; ‘Why?’he demanded, ‘I was feeling the blues’ was her reply,the cobalt shades spilling on the floor.

Purple: Her pallid face, her icy hands, the lifeless stare; Fingers grazing against her skin, her dress wet, his brow furrowed; 911, he pressed, calm and cold, stated the facts. The twirling of the red and blue, the alarm bells, the zipping up of the body bag.

A myriad of shades, her demise;

Trying to be poetic (1) – Colours of the rainbow (Part one)

Red: Her dancing shoes, her bold lips, her passionate love; Her warm embrace, her vivacious laugh, her lingering perfume; The way she entices everyone in the room; her red scarf floating in the air, mindless and airy; her fingers trailing down his back.

Orange: The dance hall, the chatter, the swirls; His strong cologne, her sweet scent, the intertwining of hands; The glowing on her cheeks, his hearty chuckle, the curtain call; Orange surrounds them: mellow, warm, dreamy.

Yellow: Sound of the crickets, the chirping of the birds, the lazy yawns; His mustard sweater, her lemon dress, their used highlighter; Some gold in October’s hair, fiery spurts, another blonde comes along; Yellow – the leaves, the flowers, their love;