Colours for Kids 9)
By Rhiannonw
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Oranges and clementines, satsumas too,
carrots for dinner or a snack to chew,
orange goldfish in a bowl swim round and round,
traffic cones with orange stripes
warning us all there’s a hole in the ground,
the glow in a fire or flame that’s hot and bright,
the middle ‘get ready’ sign of the traffic light,
big round pumpkins that are cut to give a fright,
– made to look like faces for lanterns in the night.
A further item for the collection that was started during the IP on single colours at the end of March. There had been others writing about 'orange' at the time, so I thought I'd wait before doing orange in this children's series.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
Lovely images of orangey things. One of my favourite colours and without the cateracts, my entire world of colour has changed. I bought a coat which I thought was an orangey brown - and it turned out to be a pinky pumple. I felt so let down by my eyes. And the flowers are different than before - deeper and shallower too. Some of the things I thought were dark yellow and in fact very pale.
Jean
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Enjoyed your poem
Enjoyed your poem Rhiannon! I have always associated the colour orange with courage. As well as warmth, more as in your poem. Very nice- colours for kids! But not for the very little ones.
A very good contribution. All the best!
Tom Brown
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yes, I love your poem, how
yes, I love your poem, how cosy it is. But I don't like Halloween at all now either. My son and his friends seem determined to look more horrifying every year and can't understand why people won't answer the door and give them sweets! They love it though, are planning it already, getting fake wounds etc from Amazon. I embarrassed him so much when his friend came round ast year and I could not bear to look at him, I felt like crying he looked so sore like in a terrible accident. I have said don't want to see my son looking like that, they are so realistic (his friend thought it was a compliment, luckily!) so going to get changed at his house and take it off before coming home! I feel for you having to explain the horrible masks to little ones - when he was little they gave him nightmares, just accidentally walking past the rack in Woolworths.Your poem makes me nostalgic for when it was more gentle! Not lots of suppurating corpses shuffling and giggling in the porch :0)
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