Colour my soul
I’ve always been fascinated by the concept of synaesthesia (the linking of senses, e.g. hearing music when looking at paintings). I can only think it would bring about a greater understanding of your art, whatever it is. In that vein I wrote this poem, after seeing this week’s prompt over at Poetry Thursday.
A soft strumming
Pricking through the dark
Spreading brightness
As the music swellsVoices in chorus
Like brush strokes
A rainbow of sound
Filling the air around meWords washing over
Wrapping me in blue
Surround my heart
In soft comfortThen slowly a warmth
Churning like red blood
Racing through my veins
Your song is in my soul
Right now I am feeling kindacontented...
contented...