A Sestina Of Color.

A Sestina Of Color. A Sestina Of Me

Stanza 1

You called me a mermaid. The blood rushed to my checks, now they’re red

Reading, writing, thinking, drawing, playing. What is creativity? Of course, it’s orange!

I am resilient. I hold onto hope. I shine as does yellow.

This makes others envious, no wonder they’re green.

You play in the water, you ask, “Why is it blue?”

You fall and bruise your knee. It turns purple

Stanza 2

I’m the queen to her king, truly “born to the purple”.

It’s always an adventure. New conquests. This passion burns hot, burns red.

We burnout. We’re growing older. We know the value of zen and serenity, of blue.

We can’t spill all of our youth. Smuggle a few keepsakes for the road. Stay spontaneous, stay orange.

Follow the signs, the bird calls, the dirt, the line of trees, the green.

Stay youthful and cheerful. Stay youthfully yellow

Stanza 3

As tall as the sunflower grows and just as yellow.

Like most little girls my favorite color was purple.

By painting random things in the middle of the night we knew my grandfathers was green.

Now the color I fancy the most is red.

Aren’t I glad I got away from them. Orange.

All and all I admit to recurrences of being deeply blue.

Stanza 4

Despite the medication and the meditation it can happen out of the blue.

My courage dwindles and I’m yellow.

My creativity is unaccounted for. Absent is Orange.

No longer a queen, I feel more peasant. Left behind is Purple.

Sexuality converts to rage. Now I’m seeing Red.

My security is lost. Nowhere to be found is Green.

Stanza 5

Follow the signs, the bird calls, the dirt, the line of trees, the green.

You play in the water, you ask, “Why is it blue?”

It’s always an adventure. New conquests. This passion burns hot, burns red.

I am resilient. I hold onto hope. I shine as does yellow.

I’m the queen to her king, truly “born to the purple”

Reading, writing, thinking, drawing, playing. This is creativity! Of course, I’m Orange!

Stanza 6

Aren’t I glad that I am proud of me?! Yes, I’m Orange!

Balance, growth, harmony. Is the goal of Green.

Ashe’ is the energy which connects us all. “Have faith and don’t fear my grandmother’s religion. My Santeria”, I hear the pleas of Purple.

Yemaya reminds me to be a caring yet stern mother. Her colors: white and blue

Oshun reminds me to trust my intuition. Her color: yellow

Ellegua keeps things interesting. He brings about the start and the end. His color (my favorite): red.

Tercet

As vibrant as the cardinal after a snowfall, red; as juicy as a fresh picked orange,

and as bright as daffodil and dandelions in the spring, yellow; as delicious as the fried tomato is green,

and as stunning as the feathers of the Jay are blue; I’ll remain the queen to her king, truly “born to the purple”