Pink

I did a workshop at my writers’ group today and we had to write about a chosen colour. You might like to write about your favourite colour and see how you go. Write down ten words you associate with that colour and use them to create a piece of prose or poetry. Here is my offering.

Pink

Toasting marshmallows on the fire, I see the soft gooey confection drip onto the glowing logs. It has changed form; transmuted and now it’s sizzling black sludge.

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Fairy floss too, dissolves on your tongue from cotton wool clouds to hard granular crystals.

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A ballerina glides over the stage, her pointe shoes catching the light, but when she takes them off, her feet are misshapen, calloused and painful.

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Plums look delicate and neat, their skins smooth and firm, but when you bite into one, bright liquid stains your shirt and no amount of scrubbing can remove the evidence of your pleasure.

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Joyous crepe myrtles spill over the sidewalk, shielding the houses that line the highway from traffic fumes, honking cars and the shrieks of cockatoos. It will be years before they are large enough to truly shield them though and once they lose their blooms they are diminutive indeed.

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A woman in a pink dress walks into a classroom, the roguish youths loud and discourteous. She smiles primly and opens her voice. It is a clear, lyrical voice like a delicate strain of music, but there is steel behind the facade.