I wrote this a few years back when I was doing a creative writing course. I liked it then and like it now. We had to describe a colour to someone who could not see it.
Orange? You ask as I sit and think
that this will be easy, it’s the taste of the fruit.
And then I stop and ponder longer
Orange is more, much more than just a
Orange is in the delightful surprise
Of fizzy lollies exploding on the tongue.
It’s in the smell of freshly baked bread,
And in the yearning to pick and nibble
just a bit.
It’s in the warmth of running your hand
Deeply through a sheepskin rug.
And it’s in the scent of summer,
Freshly mown lawns, and suntan lotion
And it’s also the shade of children’s laughter
That happy bubbling sound of play
The genteel breeze that just touches the skin
Carries orange with it as it drifts by.
And I look at you, my sightless friend
As these thoughts move in your mind.
I feel a sense of wonderment
As I watch the orange of your smile.