Color Association

One entry per writer
New writes only
2 weeks
Keep it above the explicit line, but anything goes topic-wise

My example:
red boots

I'm not a big fan of red
it's an angry biting color
with talons curled and pinching

boots cradling calves
just below the knee
often called candy apple red
enough heel to be stylish
not enough to be dangerous
daring as hell though for her

church going woman
obedient and meek
(on the surface, at least)
running errands in a rush
daughter dragging along by the hand
so small she struggled to keep up

little legs can only stretch so far
still unsteady in their gait
as tiny creatures often are
fingers squeezed in mother's grip
trailing along like a kite on a string
determined not to make a fuss

for a moment mother stopped
released her hand with frowning admonition
don't move from this spot
as tiny browns gazed at many legs
the only view available at eye level
familiar red boots disappeared

tears welling in cinnamon eyes
chubby fingers in little fists
young one turned in circles
heart pounding loudly in her ears
so many boots in so many shades
which was the known pair of legs?

and there they were across the aisle
a relief to the frightened child
who rushed over to desperately cling
face pressed and slightly wet
unwilling to let go and find herself alone
in this vast forest of boot-covered limbs

crouching down to speak to the girl
the woman was kind but completely unknown
I'm sorry, honey, do you know
where has your mother gone?
only then raising widened eyes
to a face she did not recognize

as mother marched furiously over
grabbing daughter by the shoulder
with sharp and snatching digits
stumbling along at mother's side
the toddler hiccuped as she quietly cried
she'd stayed when told, mother had roamed

I'm not a big fan of red
it's an angry biting color
with talons curled and pinching

Beige

The color of conformity is beige
Such a boring unexciting shade
That robs humane individuality
Causing our souls to fade

Explore a housing development
Where each house is a replicate
All in made in the color beige
You’ll find no children at play

So why do we embrace beige?
Why do we paint our world in stale?
It might be because we’re afraid
Of being portrayed a renegade

If death comes in a color
It would be painted beige
A bloodless hue with no luster
The sight of it makes me shutter

How I despise the color beige  

Dancing in a borrowed dress

it was an evening like no other
an anticipatory air
palpable, almost touchable
she stood there breathing in
the smell of something exciting

borrowed from her mother
her maroon dress
tied  with dark chestnut
coloured sash
the hem edged with  russet coloured
glittery lace

her dark brownish red coloured
shawl draped around her naked shoulder
enveloped her in comfort
against the glaring intense
scrutiny of her mother's guests

her beauty was unsurpassed
her radiant face depicted her happiness
she waltz in her red gown
and captured hearts
even as other women watched
their envy as hot
as the red carpet

she was a princess for a while
with her serene beauty
dancing with men she soon forgot

she danced in a borrowed dress
during her coming out party
and her mother smiled,

Red again... Red is everything to me The good, the bad The hero, the villain My heart is red My blood is coloring everything The poisonous color is spreading Contaminating the earth Red... Sinister day and night You think it's a color I think you are colorblind It is pain, love, hate Red is the answer to your problems It's there when you're born It's present until the end Red... That hideous color Haunting our past and present Our future is bleeding out We'd like to see a different color But red is all we'll ever see...

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Sepia

It always fascinated me,
as a child, the brown-toned lithograph
of Jesus that hung in the church
kitchen, while Grandma and I
prepared the brown-toned coffee for
the after sermon social hour.

Famous print, but a little
too Caucasian, and
not enough Israeli Jew, lineage
from which our Lord
hailed.

His eyes, askance, still managed
to bore right through
the flesh, and I found Him again,
decades later, atop dumpster-destined
rubble
in a hoarder’s dwelling
estate pick.

I grabbed Him, Jesus,
in the painting, transfixed
as he knocked on the door
of my heart, saying

“Are you really going to let me
end up at the Dung Gate of the
town dump?”

“No, my Lord”—I took Him home
with my other treasures from the day
and placed him leaning against
a bureau, ready for a new backing and
touch up on the frame.

My cats investigated, and one vomited
on the floor in front of Jesus—"Avert your eyes,
dear God! I apologize…."

I almost feel like vomiting, myself,
knowing His sepia eyes will be watching
when I place his image on the wall.

I hope I can live up to His expectations—I always
wanted Him in my home.

              lemonade rain

cotton-candy clouds floating across,
almost obliterating the face of the sun
the faraway sun, drowsy, dim
airbrushes the sky an unknown pale tone

from the lemon sky
falls lemonade rain
you cup your hand,
sip the bitter     and the sweet

we stroll in lemonade rain
with happy hearts
    your heart     born weak     struggling
we understood your enemy: the ticking clock
but we pretended       and we loved


my daydream holds me one more moment
  one tearful moment
the rain, no longer lemonade, rouses me
I place 2 more yellow roses on your angel stone

a quick prayer
and I walk back
to the waiting cab (yellow)

Sparkle Crystal plague
Spread across this mirror

Insulfate power
rolled into
a decaying friend

Watch as the cumulus images blanket the sun

Plant next to poppy
tower bells ignite

Lily of my valley brings poison to adhere

Nurture every movement and consume this freedom

It is I...

The WHITE knight
Shaking like a leaf
The horse
The theif

Déjà-vu in Blue

I don't remember or quite recall
Where I've heard these blues,
Like a dress made to impress,
In blue skies there in lies the truth.

Like déjà-vu these words have returned,
I've yearned for a memory of this place,
In that azure sure of what I dreamed,
That scene I can't give way to chase.

On a ridge I recall one last glance,
A chance to drink in these blues,
To play along with that old song,
I don't quite remember this déjà-vu.