Hi, so, one Friday morning, we were given six colours representing six emotions in class. We had to use them to describe the whole week. I decided to use words instead of crayons.
Anxiety – orange
Excitement – yellow
Love – red
Anger – black
Happiness – green
Sorrow – brown
Only when I was about to shade
My Sunday circle in the distinctive ethnic ware contrast
Of red and green, I realized that
The events demanded accents of orange.
I must confess that I don’t quite agree
With the colour coordination. I’d feel quite black
If I were told to wear red, green and orange in one outfit.
However, Monday opened black,
Since green lies in retrospect.
But somewhere, some Greek goddess decided
To not let me endure another colour coordination catastrophe.
So the day drew to a close
In a fresh shade of olive green
Under the black sky. Cheers.
Tuesday came to remain leaf green,
But there might have been tinctures
Of dull red and beaming lemon Yellow.
Wednesday meant to be black and brown
And black and brown it was.
Gosh, the Gothic feels!
A fleck of red lipstick wouldn’t have hurt.
Thursday was black and red.
Half and half –has my day ever begun light bright?
But red happened when twilight pursued.
Friday began red,
A love affair between my blanket and me,
It blazed ruby till it turned a warning shade of orange,
Setting eyelids on fire to wrench them open
Time for class!
This ditty hasn’t yet seen
The dawn break of Saturday,
Nor the blood red sun of this Friday eve
So it knows not the next shade!
