Hellow, and greetings to all. I know the post of the week is late but all is well. And I hope its enjoyed.
A color poem is whats in mind.
This kind of poem is my own personal invention. One where every line includes a color.
This particular poem today is a man’s description of a woman.
I hope everyone is familiar with their colors.
It’s not really necessary, just ask google.
Without further ado:
Yes, tawny was her hair.
Syrupy, was her ting.
Mint was her air.
Cinnamon, are her eyes.
Walnut, etched cheekbones.
Ginger on her backbone.
And a brunette colored spine.
Mulberry twing, about her hips.
Boysenberry were her lips.
Tangerine, were her hands.
A sandstone brine, for her hind.
Spice, in between her thighs.
With a butterscotch undertone.
Had on a honeydew kind of dress.
With a brick house of a stance.
Arctic, was our view.
Candy was her tongue.
Marmalade, I sniffed her Perfume.
Honey was her touch.
Golden is her hue.
Lemon, she had much zest.
Fire etched her eyes.
Aries was her sign.