OctPoWriMo: Symphony of Hues

Today's Prompt: I'm sure you've noticed it as well. Certain colors may make you happier when you see them. Maybe dark blue reminds you of your Aunt Tilda's dining room curtains. That's where you'd always eat supper when you visited as a child. It was one of your favorite childhood memories, because she always
made the best dinner.

Write a poem talking about a color and your memories attached to it. Bring us along for the memory's journey.

I really couldn't settle on one colour or emotion. In fact, I was rather hard pressed to pick a colour that prompted a strong emotional attachment. So then I thought a thought, and that thought grew. I tried a little bit, using a form I have used before. A harder form, with rhyme and repetition. And do you know what I got, Dear Readers? A flat lot of crap! No kidding, nothing, zero, zilch, bupkis.

It was back to the drawing board.

 I couldn't settle of a form to use. Nothing was jumping out at me. But somewhere in the dark there was an idea. If I couldn't pick ONE colour, I would use them all. Not even sure that this works. It's free verse and something I feel like I ramble when I write in free verse. But the image I had of the colours of rainbow having personalities resonated with me. Try something a little different and put some old flavours and a few new to the colours. It feels like a symphony of colour.

I do hope you enjoy, Dear Readers. And visit the other poets at OctPoWriMo.

From MorgueFile

Symphony of Hues

Sing me a song

that the colours sing--

a rainbow swirling dance.

Of reds,

that firey birth do bring of

passion,

heat,

love.

King of the rainbow, Patriarch of Primary.

or would that be a Matriarch instead?

Of Yellows and Oranges,

kin to the Rojo,

they follow the Leader

as Queen 

and Jack,

but which order do they take.

Of Greens,

the stuff of life

that grows under the sun

and breaths for the world

she is the Mother.

Of Blues,

Father of green,

cool and refreshing

and singing songs

of oceans and skies,

bluebirds

and early morning dreams.

Of Indigo,

shy little thing over shadowed by

Purple.

So few know she is there,

a virginal youth

the at wanders the pathways

and tickles the senses.

Of Purple,

royalty true

and thinking it the Lion of Mankind,

over that which stands at the head,

but is child of the Primary Kings.

Of Rosy Pinks,

not born of Serpent's back,

but of maybe Fire and Ice,

in the Morning's crisp dawn

as the babe of the colour spectrum.

Of Browns,

lest we forget that they make up the base 

of all the we know

standing upon

Earth on Terra Firma...

Finally--

Of Blacks and whites,

to the the deepest night...

to the morning's light...

as in purest form - Dark versus Light

and maybe shades of Grey to tie them together.