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finding home from red to blue

the colours of migration

By Chloë ChangPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

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

nature poetry

About the Creator

Chloë Chang

words from my notes app

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