A slow creeping heat from my neck up my face
A hot steering wheel searing my fingers
Blind red ragged rage flashing before I say something stupid
The melancholic tones of a favourite torch song
The fireworks burst of a new season’s cherry tomato in my mouth
Take it as
read – it’s red
A little bit of a Mozart piano concerto dancing through my head this morning. Ah! Not really an earworm I want to erase, so I looked to this great site for poetry prompts and wrote a colour poem. Here's the format that I think that the writer was referring to if you want to do one quickly.
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