Wishcraft -- Exercise 4
May. 22nd, 2004 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fabrisseThis one is interesting. You pick a color and write as if you were that color. Not what you like about it, but what the color itself is like. My favorite color is hot pink, but when I was doing this on the T -- again -- I found that two other colors bubbled up. Here they are, in the order they were written.
I am yellow. I smell like turmeric and saffron. I taste both bitter and rich -- sweet and spicy like ginger, fiery hot as mustard.
I am the warmth of sunlight on a cold still day and the heat of a fire on a summer evening.
I sound like the crack of lightning when it takes you by surprise.
I'm the tingling in muscles that a person gets after good hard labor whether dancing or gardening or sex.
I am green. I crackle with vitality. Life flows through me. I'm the wiggle in a young woman's hips, the precise flick of a painter's brush, or the flexing of a sculptor's fingers in cool, wet clay.
I'm the way the earth smells on a late February day when you just know spring will come. I sound like the gentle repitition of long, slow rain.
I am yellow. I smell like turmeric and saffron. I taste both bitter and rich -- sweet and spicy like ginger, fiery hot as mustard.
I am the warmth of sunlight on a cold still day and the heat of a fire on a summer evening.
I sound like the crack of lightning when it takes you by surprise.
I'm the tingling in muscles that a person gets after good hard labor whether dancing or gardening or sex.
I am green. I crackle with vitality. Life flows through me. I'm the wiggle in a young woman's hips, the precise flick of a painter's brush, or the flexing of a sculptor's fingers in cool, wet clay.
I'm the way the earth smells on a late February day when you just know spring will come. I sound like the gentle repitition of long, slow rain.
