Imagine blue as building the first snowman of the year,
red as the toasted marshmallow above the fire,
then pink as a child roly-polying on the grass.
Can you see green as the smell of a new paperback
and orange as your toes over the sea-licked sand?
What about yellow like a hug on a December morning,
black as the rain as it pelts the windows,
with white the sun creeping in through the curtains?
But what about purple? It is round? Is it loud?
Give it a nudge, note the sound, let the taste cool in your throat.
Written: October 2016. Explanation: To mark National Poetry Day on 6th October, I wrote 25 poems over the course of eight days, and sent one poem each to one of 25 of my Facebook friends. After some deliberation, I am now posting the poems on HP (in order of when they were written), albeit not all in one go. 'Firework' is poem one, for those of you who wish to read the series in full, in order. None of the poems are about their recipients. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.