Poetry Prompt 3: Color

[Todd]

Write about a color without naming the color or its kin (no scarlet, crimson, ruddy, cobalt, etc).

[Lawrence]

That's interesting, Todd. I'll get to it.

[billy]

(content)

rushed it (sorry) have to get a hair cut and do a few posts.
will throw it in serious critique at the end of the week.
i thought it was a hard one one

please read fir as fur

Today's Colour by William Marsland.

The African marigolds splashed the garden marmalade bright
matching the sweltering smile of a darker sun;
not that light coloured sun that dazzles, but the one that make a body drip
like honey over cornflakes, thick and viscous.

The colour of their flowery heads matched that of my lazy cat reclining in the shade
Whose fir resembled a glowing lava flow.
As devious as his animated counterpart Marmaduke:
He was resting after snatching an unobservant koi from the pond.
Between stretches, His belly, swollen with fish
lay like a small water balloon. The mottled carcass of the dead
swam among what granddad called his “Papaver orientale”
“Their oriental poppies “ I’d tell him. He’d smile at my words
light his meerschaum and tell me; “get fucked”

The once fire topped twins played tea party on a tartan blanket.
Hours, years in the sun (six) had tempered their burning hair
dulled the flames to a lighter ember, that matched their freckled faces.
They chatted like old ladies while offering each other crumpets and cake
Soon they’d explode into the irate Irish vixens they were, with expletives
learned from an ageing grouch of a grandfather
who took great pleasure in hearing them curse.

[Todd]

I love what you came up with here Billy. I think you rose to the challenge very well (I hope I don't get blanked by it. : )

[billy]

seriously, it was so hard for me to think of anything at first. once i got the first line down it was okay vut getting that first line was a bummer.

come on guys do the practice,

[Lawrence]

I accept the challenge. I'll get one in tonight, probably in rhymed verse.

[billy]

twood b gud fir
udders to take par tin dis

[Lawrence]

In philosophy right now....it's been going on for three hours.....
I'll see when I can get on it.
I've decided on white.

[billy]

white and philosophy would be good partners lol

[Todd]

So, I may be skirting the edge of the prompt. I started to free associate about the color I layer on a story then I layer on another story. Sometimes I think I'm out of my mind. I don't know about the rest of you, but my creativity goes to weird places. (Hopefully now that this draft is out of my system I can start critiquing...I get a little OCD when I'm writing).

Hood

Look at this tangle of thorns—Nabokov

Hunger is a breathless dance of teeth,
the smell of these bricks,
I stink of it.

Prick to the sound
of a sanguine skip, her hum
a mouthful of bees.

The taste of innocence is sweet
cherries on the tongue. Licks
across those candy apple lips.

This bag of raw meat,
slick droplet, budding rose,
this not little girl.

Hair like the blood
moon in a tangle
of thorns, a violent cascade

Who could see
and claim her
an ingénue?

The liquid color of desire
in pale naked light
the smell of mutton, dribbling wine.

The path meant to walk
away from—
generations will fill my stomach.

No longer hooded,
breath a rasping whetstone
against my sharp angles.

So big, so big, today is different.

[billy]

hehe, i think i'm lucky that i'm able to dredge something up as a rule.
though it's 4:42 am here so don't expect anything sensible.
the colour is clear my ripe tomato
nicely done todd

[digna_sofia]

This is an interesting challenge...

[billy]

looking forward to seeing you take part