I’ve never tested out fictional poetry before. To be honest, I don’t even know if it’s a thing. But I’m going to keep my curiosity alive by not googling it. This is my first fictional poem and it explores the scenarios that have accumulated to make orange a character’s favorite color. Let me know what you think about this style of poetry and our character’s adoration of the fire color!
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The color orange is my sweet swirl
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Sunlight melted scarlet
And made it a brew of warmth
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Though,
It may count that the scarf
That draped my mother’s head
When I first saw her in my father’s embrace
Flaunted a splash of apricot
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And it may owe to how
The duplex on our lowly street
Where I bought loaves of bread as a child
Yearning to run into my puppy love
Wore tangerine for clothing
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And oh,
The day some ginger-haired man
Promised me eternal love
The land was drained of color
And the sky wore lavish strips of orange
So often when I look in his eyes
I remember the sun’s reflection in them
That oh happy day
When I saw fiery flames of love
