Haven’t posted anything for awhile - been busy with editing, promotion & doing research for a historical novel idea. All fairly constructive pursuits but I’m missing doing much actual writing.
Thought I’d share something we did as an exercise in my local writer’s group. The brief was to describe a colour to a person born blind. This was my attempt:
Yellow
How do I describe the concept of yellow to you who can’t see it?
Think of butter, creamy, rich & slightly salted. Think of dairy cows in a clover pasture, a country farm, peace & tranquility. Think of fresh warm bread with a pat of softly melting butter. You have tasted yellow.
Think of a bed of daffodils, petals silky & questing for the sun. Think of the gentle scent of them early in the morning or late in the evening. Think of walking in to a house closed for a few hours with a vase of daffodils on the table. You have smelt yellow.
Think of the warmth of a summer sun, the rays on your face. Think of the life giving force without which the earth would be cold & lifeless, formless & void. You have felt yellow.
Think of the eager twitter of a canary, its song rising as a tribute to the heavens. Think of the small birds, bodies caged but voices unconfined. You have heard yellow
We who are sighted may make the mistake of experiencing colour only as a pigment. You have probably seen yellow better than I.
Thought I’d share something we did as an exercise in my local writer’s group. The brief was to describe a colour to a person born blind. This was my attempt:
Yellow
How do I describe the concept of yellow to you who can’t see it?
Think of butter, creamy, rich & slightly salted. Think of dairy cows in a clover pasture, a country farm, peace & tranquility. Think of fresh warm bread with a pat of softly melting butter. You have tasted yellow.
Think of a bed of daffodils, petals silky & questing for the sun. Think of the gentle scent of them early in the morning or late in the evening. Think of walking in to a house closed for a few hours with a vase of daffodils on the table. You have smelt yellow.
Think of the warmth of a summer sun, the rays on your face. Think of the life giving force without which the earth would be cold & lifeless, formless & void. You have felt yellow.
Think of the eager twitter of a canary, its song rising as a tribute to the heavens. Think of the small birds, bodies caged but voices unconfined. You have heard yellow
We who are sighted may make the mistake of experiencing colour only as a pigment. You have probably seen yellow better than I.
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