'Brown'

For today's prompt, I want you to pick a color, make that the title of your poem, and write a poem that is inspired by that color.

‘Different experiences of brown’

I think of you
when I think of brown in its different forms.
No, not really!
But that’s okay.
Let me fabricate this story anyway.

When I see
pensive brown eyes suddenly sparkle and dance,
forgetful of silenced dreams,
coloured glass bangles on a sun-burnt arm
of an old woman wink and flash,
a kindly elder firmly clasp the thin brown hand
of a child nursing a scratch,
an old man, his skin the colour of baked earth,
sport a fawn T-shirt and walk a jaunty step,
I think of you.

When I see
the muddy brown churnings of a river in spate,
the dull brown of the earth thirsting for rain
the taupe gray of trees stripped of leaves
the dusty brown of the hills in a sun daze,
the dirty brown palm fronds and coconut shells
dashed to the shore by the contemptuous sea,
I think of you.

When
the heady aroma of roasted coffee beans
fills the room and fills me with coffee desire,
the tender sweetness of toasty chestnuts
reminds me of winters in a different land,
someone begs for a hint of cinnamon
in a cup of inviting hot chocolate,
a child licks the golden brown honey
off of a warm brown buttery toast,
a friend craves for caramelized walnuts
and pears cooked in sweetened red wine,
I think of you.

When
terra-cotta horses, elephants and birds proudly stand
beside bronze and brass statuettes of deities
on a mahogany display cabinet,
and uniquely cajole your attention,
I think of you.

I think of you
when I think of brown in its different forms.
No, not really!
But that’s okay.
Let me fabricate this story anyway.