On the day I was born my wings were purest white; the colour of no memory.
At five years old they took on the rainbow facets of new learning. Layer on layer of different hues, changing with the wonder of new worlds opening.
At 17 my wings were the bright, flaming crimson of lust hot from the chain reaction of clashing hormones.
On my wedding day my wings were the deep yellow of happiness, bright and warm as sunlight in summer.
At my child’s birth my wings beat wide and powerful. They were the fierce emerald green of protection and promise.
Now my wings are the reds, browns and golds of autumn. Soft colours that flare bright with memory like the wings of a summer bird fire tipped with the rays of sunset.
On any given day my wings change colour.
My memories are the pallet.
Author notes
White, crimson, emerald green, yellow and the colours of Autumn. Colours mark life's changes. They're like visual music. they can conjour up memories the way a favourite song can.
A contest entry
- {Metaphors Have Wings} by ultimate beluga.
471 points, ended August 15, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Color My Soul by Nienna Calmcacil.
900 points, ended October 5, 2008, 30 entries
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Comments
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I think you meant palette, not pallet. Very nice poem, good prose. The second to last line wasn't as poetic as the rest. The language seemed casual and ordinary in comparison to the artistry of the rest. Thanks for the entry.
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I love Autumn...it's kinda cool that today is the first day of fall. Autumn's colors speak in ways that no other colors can...and I understand perfectly what you mean by visual music. That's pretty much one of the only ways to describe them...
This was very thought-provoking. Thank you for your entry. -
this is wonderfully unique, and a fantastic take on the prompt! i really love the concept of your 'wings' changing colour with the times, and the feeling that each colour and experience is as valid as any other, and it really feels like this piece is a strong insight into who you are. i love the form youve used to, though i would suggest a little editing, as far as grammar and stuff goes, could life this poem. i really like this though!
thanks for entering
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