finding home from red to blue
the colours of migration

streets lined with red and gold
bodies dash through the mad parade
the air is filled with shouts of celebration
muted by the drums ringing in my ears
the dress of scarlet itches my neck
as silk and lace cling to my skin
but i am too excited, too joyful to notice
as i chase the streams of ruby and gold
shoes and socks clean and white
running through the bright primary
the slide is hot, scalding to touch
but still we giggle with glee
car horns, shouts, and the crossing light ticking
the straps of my sandals blistering my feet
tightly clutching my mothers arm,
as she waves down taxis of green and blue
the warm rays of yellow beam on my face
as i gaze into the busy, crimson world
the humidity feels grey to most
but to me it feels like gold.
suddenly the sky is colourless
and i am up in the grey clouds
zooming miles and miles away
disant from the warmth of home
dragging my faded pink suitcase
across the bumpy asphalt
gripping my fathers arm in one
as he loads the yellow boot
dry streaks of brown and beige
sweep past the foggy window
flora and fauna foreign to my eye
infuse the bleak landscape as we pass by
soon the clear blue peeks over the horizon
the crashing of waves on the shore
foamy white seas roll into the clear frame
but emptiness fills the canvas
goosebumps cover my limbs
as i strap on the shiny black shoes
my insides are jittery, my movements jolted
but from the wintry blue, i cannot discern
voices surround me,
warm and inviting
and though the words are familiar
the alien timbre taints the tune
the bold bronze bell
rings through my ears
hands grabbing, pencils flying
as i am dragged toward the door
shivering as i walk across
the strangely dewy lawn
tailing strange heads of gold and brown
tripping through the sallow yard
then the familiar bright primary
emerges over the hill
a grin creeps across my face
as my friends giggle with glee
the cool rays of yellow beam on my face
as i gaze into the cool, sapphire world
the numbing cold feels blue to most
but to me it feels like home
About the Creator
Chloë Chang
words from my notes app


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