Rainbow Summer School: Violet

I am participating in Ms. Jenny's Rainbow Summer School, where we study the colors of the rainbow. This week's study is color violet. This one was difficult for me for there were so many directions in which one could go: fruit, wine, flora, etc. I chose to use this color as an endnote to the wonderful Rainbow Summer School led by our dear Ms. Jenny. I thank you for taking the time to read my effort.

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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.”

Rainbow Summer School: Indigo Eyes

His indigo eyes pierce my heart;

The chambers divide, fall apart.

The half with pain, woe, and loss

I lay down at the foot of the Cross.

The other, filled with promise and love,

I raise in thanksgiving to God above.

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I am participating in Ms. Jenny's Rainbow Summer School, where we study the colors of the rainbow. This week's study is color indigo. I chose to use this color to illustrate my current faith journey. I realize it is simplistic but my brain has been on strike this week. Regardless, I hope you enjoy my attempt. 

Rainbow Summer School: Blue Iris

Image courtesy of Terry Wild Stock from Google Images

Blue Irises, tall and proud, stand guard at the gate.

They gently tempt the young child.

She cocks her head and listens with her heart.

She hears them whisper, “Come near my dear…

Let our beauty entrance you…

Let our fragrance intoxicate you.”

At the tender age of 6 she could not be 

expected to resist this siren call.

She approaches the picket fence and slowly reaches out her hand

To pull the precious flower close to her…

The reverie was short lived.

Bang!

The sound of the screen door hitting it's frame 

reverberated through the air

as the blue haired lady with the humped back 

shot off her front porch.

With broom in hand, she shouts threats and obscenities 

that no child should be privy to.

Confused as to what her crime was, 

The child had no choice but to run.

And so she fled, teardrops scorching her soul. 

The blue irises hung their heads in shame.

I am participating in Ms. Jenny's Rainbow Summer School, where we study the colors of the rainbow. This week's essay deals with a childhood memory regarding the color blue, our color of the week. 

Rainbow Summer School: Green

I am going to be upfront and admit that I am cheating this week. I am re-posting a story I did for one of Ms. Jenny's Saturday Census prompts that contained this week's color assignment. This has been a terribly busy week for me and I have had no time to plan or prepare a unique assignment.  So with my apologies I present:

AFTER THE STORM

It was late. The abrupt thundershower had left glistening, moonlit puddles along my running path. It was eerily silent and the only sounds I heard were the thump, thump, thump of my Adidas upon the wet country road.

Deep in my thoughts of him, I rounded the bend and reversed my path to head home. When I turned around I was startled to meet a green-eyed gaze. It was him. The man of my dreams. The man whose face, whose touch, whose kiss I would never, couldn’t ever, forget.

“How did you find me?” I asked, still in shock. Reaching out to grasp my now trembling hands he drew me close. He smelled of musk and prairie grass.  My tears began to fall, mingling with the drops tumbling from the rain soaked cottonwood branches above.

“Why did you leave?” he inquired back. Why, indeed. I have asked myself this same question many, many times. His passion, so intense, so pure, and so raw, scared me. It was difficult for me to believe I deserved such happiness, such pleasure… And so, as usual, I ran.

I looked up into his emerald eyes; eyes upon a face that was smiling with tenderness and love. My trepidation gave in to desire. The tempest began anew. 

Rainbow Summer School: Pot Luck

I have been attending Rainbow Summer School since the completion of Ms. Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday class last month. The color subject for this week is YELLOW (The "Y" in Roy G Biv). Since I am feeling quite joyous and silly this week, I decided to draft a daffy little ditty about "yellow" food. I hope you enjoy!

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Pot Luck

Roast pork loin that is honey glazed

Golden chicken from fire’s blaze

Deli turkey, mounds of onions

Swiss cheese slices and sandwich buns

Curried vegetables stewed with rice

Banana cream pie, just one slice

Yellow squash, breaded and deep fried

Served with marinara on the side

Corn on the cob with a pinch of salt

Pasta salad gone bad (mayo’s fault!)

Now what goes great with barbecue?

Hush puppies made from corn meal do!

Ice cold beer and Southern sweet tea

Lemonade, sodas… Chablis for me

Chips with salsa and assorted dips

Will all these calories go to my hips?

Rainbow Summer School: Orange

The color of the week is Orange...a very happy color, in my opinion. I used today's "color" to write a short poem about my very recent "blogcation" where I rested and recreated on the Carolina coast. For this week's assignment I decided to be contrary and use colors that are related to orange, rather than the word orange itself.

Apricot skies and deep green seas, 

gentle kisses from ocean's breeze.

Ochre flesh from sun's scorching rays,

peach sandy beaches, salty spray.

Amber sunsets beyond the sound,

Carolina coast...where I'm found.

Rainbow Summer School: Red Dawn

Now that we have completed the Alphabe-Thursday meme from A-Z, Ms. Jenny has summer school in session. We will be addressing the colors of the rainbow (Roy B. Giv, anyone?) The first lesson is all about the color RED. I am certain there will be several fascinating posts on the topic (as there were with the letters of the alphabet). 

I hope Ms. Jenny doesn't mind but I attempted to do something a little different with the initial assignment. I decided to write an essay in which the word RED is imbedded throughout other words within the story. I don't know if it will be successful or not but it made for an interesting experiment. 

Red Dawn

It is as if I am in the predawn shadows of a giant redwood.

I hide seeking redemption through prose.

By doing so, I have altered my life’s path

by redefining who I am,

for I have rediscovered the heart of that child within.

My soul is no longer captured by predatory beasts.

Tattered memories, dredged from a life long forgotten,

may have angered me in the past

but can harm me no more.

I have embraced that lost child.

I have showered her with the love and attention she deserved,

allowing her to be enraptured by God’s tender mercy.

Dawn breaks in hues of purple, red and orange;

a colorful banner heralding the 

incredible journey about to commence.

The shadows shall fade as I step into the dawn of a new day.