If envy is green,
Then what colour is jealousy?
Jealousy is purple,
A dark-blooded, foreboding purple,
A potion brewed and fought over.
Suspicion? A dullish brown,
Growing dirtier as time flows.
Anger is black, not red.
Anger walks beside me on its four legs,
Seeking to bite and tear apart,
What slim tapestry a lifetime has wrought.
Despair has no colour,
No plan of plan,
Save a tight holding on to the fear within,
The fear that screams yellow,
As sirens strike and panic descends.
Lust is also black: anger’s friend,
A black, dwelling, pin-point intensity,
A dry-mouthed thirst, never quenched.
Pain, a suspended white,
That strikes with venom flowing,
No off switch to save the day.
No off switch at all.
But what of friendliness? Happiness? Love?
Friendliness is a lime green.
A warm summer’s breeze,
Rolling across open fields to greet me.
Happiness is transparent,
Clear like burbling water,
Flows of the freshest spring.
Love, today, is blue,
A pure, crystal, sky blue,
Of hope and mornings,
Of sweetness and clarity,
Of salvation and promise.