Bay Village High School
Instructor: Erin Beirne
I've always loved how feelings can be described in colors.
I don't know if it's the same for everyone,
but I know that when I see a color,
I can think of a fitting emotion.
Buttermilk is comfort in its soft yellow.
Obsidian is a beautiful and rich night;
it spreads its wings with a welcome chill.
But soot and oil feel like an evening in the woods,
where owls hoot and sticks crack right behind you.
Chartreuse is a complex annoyance.
Navy, a bone-deep sadness.
And I love how they add depth to writing,
"She spoke with mulberry flashing through her words."
"His grin screamed out a crimson warning."
"They looked like taffy together."
I guess this leads to my need
for someone to describe me in color.
Is my personality wine or beige?
Do my eyes sparkle with playful-pastels?
And does my laugh send pangs of rose into your heart?