Little Miss Violet (sensitive, shy, seriously sweet)
Took her place along the back row, in the final seat.
She spies her comrades of color, all ahead of her
Nervous about her essay, wishing she could defer.
There’s Sir Red, so commanding, boisterous, completely proud:
He sat up in front and drew the large crowds.
Next came Madam Orange, full of warmth and happiness,
Basking in the glow of her own awesomeness.
In the third row sat Old Yellow, the original ‘fraidy cat,
Shivering, shaking...hiding beneath a humongous hat.
Next in queue? Why Ms. Green, in all her splendorous girth,
Communing with Mother Nature on matters concerning earth.
Poor dear Blue, diminutive, devoted, yet depressed for sure
Sat praying for healing and wholeness, waiting for a cure.
Followed by Prince Indigo, regal is how he feels,
Ruling the royal land on his side of the color wheel.
Miss Violet looked on, filled with trepidation and awe,
Concerned how she would compare with the wonder of them all.
“Ahem, Ms. Jenny, I believe it’s my turn now.
I’d like to get this over with if time would allow.
My color is often called purple, mulberry or plum,
I’m also known as pomegranate or cabernet to some.
I’m fruity in taste and pleasing to the eye,
And in my “crystal stage” I am a scientific dye.
I am the color of Advent and of the Lenten season, too.
I symbolize preparation and penance for those sitting in the pew.
In the psychic realm of the paranormal types
I am the color of their auras, or so it is hyped.
In Hinduism I’m the seventh chakra, the crown to be exact
Where spirituality and intuitive knowing are said to interact.
So you see Ms. Jenny, and to those that came before,
Yes, I am a color, but I am also so much more.”