Periwinkle

Tonight was library night and it's also National Poetry Month - unfortunatley, only myself, the instructor, and one other person showed up tonight. In all fairness, we usually have meetings two weeks apart, and our last one was on the 29th. And our next one isn't for a month because other library event screw up our schedule.

Anyway, we did some found poetry and took on rigidly structured poetry, but the only thing that came out well tonight was the color poem. The form is thus:

Line 1 - Your color
Lines 2, 3, 4 - things your color looks like
Lines 5, 6, 7 - things your color sounds like
Lines 8, 9, 10 - things your color tastes like
Lines 11, 12, 13 - things your color feels like
Line 14 - sum it all up.

And lo;

Periwinkle
is a patch of open sky,
a gingham plaid skirt,
the slate of your eyes.
It chimes tiny bells when you speak
and startles birds into flight and runs
think like heavy syrup
on cottony pancakes
that taste lighter than air
and leave my mouth dry,
empty,
hungry,
for a flash of pale blue in summer.

I genuinely enjoy how well this one came out for a change. I don't usually like my library poems this much <3