Sunday, September 20, 2015
Voice lesson on detail
Choose a color and describe a scene using at least three varieties of
that color. Try to mix details of landscape and people. Share your
description with the class on the blog, and comment on at least one
other blog post (effects created through the use of detail,
effectiveness...). Due by Thursday, September 24th (both your blog post
and your reaction to another post).
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Fall has always been my favorite season but I hadn't realized why until this October afternoon when I rediscovered the color yellow. There was the bright cool butter of the late sun, the varied ochres of the autumn leaves, the vibrant lemon of the buttercup and its golden gleam reflected on her delicate chin. Apart from her amber hair, her mustard cardigan, there was yellow in the honey shade of her sweet and mellifluous voice, on the fair bonde of the fields afar and on her radiant skin. This afternoon was like a last glimpse of summer before the bleak winter.
ReplyDeleteVery poetic Esteban, I almost cried reading it (lol). I think you really used the color yellow to its full extent, and under all its forms. Also very nice use of imagery and personification of Autumn. All in all, an extremely well done blog post, congratulations. ;D
DeleteI really love your text Esteban :D You make it a complete experience through the appeal to the senses (touch, sight, taste and hearing) and also a very beautiful one through the specific and meliorative adjectives ;). All in all these adjectives and appeal to the senses are very effective because it allows the reader to create a realistic picture of your scene. PERFECT ^-^
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ReplyDeleteOn one particular day, orange rules the Dutch world: the international orange colours everything, from its streets to its people; the minds of its people are all Willpower orange, more intense than on any other day, while an outsider's mind would get all tangled up when watching this orange spectacle; and, at the end of that lustrous day, we all contemplate the sunset, our faces being just as orange, remembering the past blest Prince's Days and imagining the next spectacular ones.
ReplyDeleteI find your description very effective. Thanks to the adjectives you used to qualify "orange", we can understand that it is a very important color for the Dutch. We get the impression that orange is everywhere, even inside of us. Moreover, orange can easily be associated with joy and entertainment so it is relevant to speak about your national feast (I suppose it was approximately what you meant).
DeleteI really appreciate your description as I find it personal and insight. I can feel your pride towards your country when you use these shades of orange. I almost have the impression that the color has a certain power, as if it could unite a whole people. As you strongly believe in what you are saying, the reader take part of this special day and could feel the cheerful atmosphere, and that's why I liked your post very much.
DeleteWhen someone talks to me about my childhood, I often remember running through a field of flowers with my brother, the wind caressing my face and the sun burning my skin. Our funny game was to find insects among the flowers but I was always distracted by the fabulous colours of the poppies. Each different, one of them flamboyant red, another burgundy-coloured or blood-red, and the most beautiful was the raspberry-red poppy, its petals turned in the direction of the sky. My father's cheeks were the same colour when he was angry, a bright red that means « You are so annoying but I love you so much I can't punish you ».
ReplyDeleteSince then, I always look at people's faces : the color of their skin tells me everything.
Love your description! It is so touching and amusing how you put together such a lovely memory with your father's anger (I laughed from the inside haha :P); and the last line just finishes it all. Love it!
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DeleteI really liked your description and how you linked the colour with a feeling, at first negative but then we realise positive. I think it is really smartly made because the red colour can at first evocate anger end other negative feelings, but also love or many positive ones. The introduction is well developed and it really gives the impression that this memory is a personal one ;)
I would like to add to what has been said, that I really liked the personal way you deliver your story. It almost seems like I can hear your voice while reading it, which, I think makes it even more effective and pleasant. :)
DeleteI remember the first time I stepped into an octagon. I could feel my blood pumping through my heart, the scarlet liquid of life flowing through my veins. He was in the blue corner, I was in the red. The sound of the bell tore through my thoughts like a magenta freight train. We shuffled towards one another, fists raised like a gory salute the Ares, god of the fight. After a few turns and warning shots he hit me right in the jaw, then above my eye. A sanguine liquid started dripping into my right eye: I was cut. A rush of anger thrust its way into my mind like a ruby tidal wave. I saw red. After raining down a flurry of blows onto him I drew back. We exchanged a few jabs, then I cut him as well. His cardinal life-force started draining from his busted nose,a ruby shower of droplets raining onto the mat. He started to waver, then fell to his knees holding his face, trying to keep the cherry flow from leaving his body. The referee stepped between us and put a hand on my chest, but I wasn't done. The man on the ground in front of me had humiliated me, shown me the crimson of my insides, and for that he needed to pa. But had I bypassed the referee and done him justice I would have been disqualified and lost, and I never lose.
ReplyDeleteIn case there is some misunderstanding, my color is red :)
I remember the first time I stepped into an octagon. I could feel my blood pumping through my heart, the scarlet liquid of life flowing through my veins. He was in the blue corner, I was in the red. The sound of the bell tore through my thoughts like a magenta freight train. We shuffled towards one another, fists raised like a gory salute the Ares, god of the fight. After a few turns and warning shots he hit me right in the jaw, then above my eye. A sanguine liquid started dripping into my right eye: I was cut. A rush of anger thrust its way into my mind like a ruby tidal wave. I saw red. After raining down a flurry of blows onto him I drew back. We exchanged a few jabs, then I cut him as well. His cardinal life-force started draining from his busted nose,a ruby shower of droplets raining onto the mat. He started to waver, then fell to his knees holding his face, trying to keep the cherry flow from leaving his body. The referee stepped between us and put a hand on my chest, but I wasn't done. The man on the ground in front of me had humiliated me, shown me the crimson of my insides, and for that he needed to pa. But had I bypassed the referee and done him justice I would have been disqualified and lost, and I never lose.
ReplyDeleteIn case there is some misunderstanding, my color is red :)
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DeleteI found your description very interesting to read (plus the fact that it "cuts" with nature description of the others (which are also very good, don't misunderstand me)). I think you did a very good job catching the speed and brutality of a fight, and your color use is quite beautiful (mainly because the fight stopped before it could turn ugly). The focus on blood and it's color being exprimed with different adjectives is very powerful and it's a pleasure to read. Keep on that track!
DeleteI loved your description since, as Kavi said, it parts from the other natural descriptions, but I also like the narrative part of it. You didn't only create a description to write about the color red, but you also created a story (a good story) that could be part of a short story.
DeleteOne word that directly comes to mind while reading your story is: powerful. I really like the way you catch the reader's attention. Indeed I like the contrast between the polished vocabulary and the violence which is harsh.
DeleteNature is always attractive, especially in spring when the birds chirp their joyful songs, the butterflies fill the aqua skies with their enchanting dances and the green olive leaves dance their peaceful waltz in the wind. Spring doesn't only higlight nature's beauty but also our's. The healthy sun of May shines a rejuvenating green light upon the mint-fresh faces of the young and lively children, upon the mature faces of wise men and upon the fertile faces of thriving women. Spring blows a delightful fragrance into the dull and foul winter air. Spring helps us revive.
ReplyDeleteI really like your description Eva!
DeleteThe way you described Spring was really interesting and I think that, with all those precise details, we clearly get the sense of renewal and freshening of nature. In reading your description it was as a gust of fresh air, not disagreable in this Autumn day! Well done!
She walks in the forest. The trees are grey; a sick grey stripped by winter. The sky itself is painted in a metallic grey that oppresses her. The clouds are reflected in her eyes. They are washed-out grey eyes like in a watercolor. An inner storm shatters her. Obscure whirlwinds, like grey pencil strokes cross out her heart. For her, the world is neither black nor white; it only has several shades of grey.
ReplyDeleteYour description truly conveys emotions and made me think about how the world goes on living. It shows how the colors and their connotations have an impact on our imagination. And your last sentence is just amazing and SO philosophical, I love it ;) !
DeleteI really like your description, I find it very effecting and full of emotions. You can really feel what this girl is feeling and the adjectives to describe the colour grey are very vivid, giving us a clear view of the scene.
DeleteAnd, as Maelys said, the last sentence is great and adds a philosophical aspect to the description.
Good job! :)
I still do remember some details of my first visit to a Christmas market. It was a cold evening, but the mirth and joy of Christmas was at its apex. Until that day, “red” was only a color among many others. But that night, I realized how different can a color be. Between Santa’s cherry coat, the glossy candy of the presents, the lipstick Christmas balls, my eyes were bewildered! Rose cheeks, blush noses, merlot glasses. It was amazing how the number of glasses influenced the color of their cheeks! I was little so I don’t remember much, but I know it will never leave me.
ReplyDeleteI like what you wrote Vanille, it's short but very clear and it really made me see the different shades of red at Christmas, from the red of the objects to the red of the faces of everyone during wintertime. It's also amusing at the end :) And I thought it was interesting to mix this red color, which is more associated to fire and warmth, with wintertime and cold. I thought it created this feeling of happiness and warmth that people feel during Christmas, being with their family and close ones, even if the weather is rough.
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ReplyDeleteThe girl was lying down in a clearing in the middle of the woods, watching the dark red leaves dancing in the wind. The sun had set, taking the comfortable vermilion atmosphere with it and leaving its place to the moon. The girl waited patiently, her bloodshot eyes barely moving as she observed the moon rising higher and higher. She had been crying, and drops of crimson red blood were falling from her nose and lips, but it will be worth it soon, as long as she gets to witness - and there it was. The phenomenon she had waited for what seemed like forever to see. Her cherry lips opened to form a gaping mouth, and she could feel the maroon glow enveloping her body. She could see it. She could finally see it. She felt a slight buzz filling her. The blood moon.
ReplyDeleteWow! What an effective description, Ondine! The different shades of red hint at details that made the atmosphere so mysterious, and it participated at building the tension and the suspens until the very end. It was very catchy and real! I did not waste my time reading your text :D
DeleteWow! What an effective description, Ondine! The different shades of red hint at details that made the atmosphere so mysterious, and it participated at building the tension and the suspens until the very end. It was very catchy and real! I did not waste my time reading your text :D
DeleteI think your description really stands out, Ondine! Your use of the color red echoed ghastly significations for me, such as pain or panic ; you just proved that there is no need for great actions to create a very tense and mysterious atmosphere.
DeleteI like how you accelerated the pace at the end with your very short sentences, it brings the reader into the urgency of the scene and hightens his expectations. Great job!
I agree with Emma and Julie. Your description is very effective. You really showed the symbolism of the red color and I love the way you did it. In a few short lines you really manage to captivate the reader's attention. It's definitely one of my favorite posts :)
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ReplyDeleteI made it, I made it to the top of this majestic mountain. The road was so long and painful, I thought this monstrous bluff was going to eat me alive. Then, at the top of it, I suddenly lost my breath. The sun was setting on this peaceful, infinitely long plain. And strangely, in front of this beautiful landscape, I found myself thinking about you. Observing the mahogany red of the ground, I remembered noticing this same shade in the reflects on you hair one day in October. The setting sun was creating so many shades of red, from the aggressive and striking lava red of your nails, to the delicate vermilion of your cheeks when you were embarrassed, this precise color that used to make my heart miss a beat. In a corner I even saw the red of the blood that used to be flowing in your veins. But there is one red that you did not steal from me when you left, my love. It is the burgundy red of your necklace, which embellished your long, elegant and powerful neck.
ReplyDeleteThis description is just beautiful. Your choice of the colour red is perfect - using both its negative and positive connotations at once has allowed you to explore the themes of love and pain in real depth, creating a stunning contrast while showing that they are not as well-separated from one another as we think. Besides the use of the different shades of red, there are two details which really make this work for me: firstly, the mention of that particular 'day in October' which makes this story so real and vivid; and secondly of course the necklace, which develops your character and also creates a real sense of mystery. I would love to know more about these lovers and their story!
DeleteI really like yours, I hesitated to compare a person to nature but then I went with something else... I always find that nature is a perfect thing to describe, its simple yet so full of details that you can observe. Your description is spot-on and the use of color really does enhance it.
DeleteThis must have taken you a long time but however long it took you, it was well worth it.
I really like yours, I hesitated to compare a person to nature but then I went with something else... I always find that nature is a perfect thing to describe, its simple yet so full of details that you can observe. Your description is spot-on and the use of color really does enhance it.
DeleteThis must have taken you a long time but however long it took you, it was well worth it.
I'm absolutly fond of yours Ninon, I thouht that the mountain's red were in a perfect harmony with the red of the girl your describing. The effect is immediate and all the details help to build a striking and realistic image of what you saw.
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DeleteYou already had some comments so I wasn't sure about posting one too, but I still will. I am completely amazed, and overwhelmed about this (which is pretty unusual from a text for me). I read it at least four times... I really felt like I was there with the precision of the feelings and colours and all this detaills... I have no words to describe it. You really did a wonderful job Ninon !
DeleteAs he walked, the light shifted; and with it, the colours changed. The dust hovering in the air before him shivered under its beam, taking on the bright green of the young leaves that hung from the beech saplings either side. Where it touched upon the trunks the lichen glowed, pale mint in some patches, khaki in others. He supposed it was somewhat like the colour his pants had once been, before their pattern was covered up from so much trekking through mud. It seemed like a long time ago now, he reflected, as he surveyed the path ahead of him. Further on the forest became evergreen, and instead of brightening under them the tall pines seemed to soak the rays of light up into their mass of deep emerald darkness. So many different shades, he thought; yet nowhere could he find the hue that had brought him so far, that singular dull olive which pursued and haunted him, the incriminating green of his own eyes.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice description! You thoroughly managed to describe the landscape and a person at the same time which, like in Cristina Garcia's "Dreaming in Cuban", is unusually effective. The last line definitely bemuses the reader and leaves him thinking which adds a great power to this short text that could totally be part of a larger story (the 3rd person p.o.v. made me this impression)! You effectively used more than 3 shades of the color green and used many appeals to the senses that grasp the reader's attention. Suddenly made me want to go hiking in the forest!
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ReplyDeleteThere was pink everywhere. Deep pink in the sky as the sun was setting. Pale pink petals from the blooming cherry tree. Rose on her lips. Pink in her smile, pink on her flushed cheeks. Pink that makes you want to tell the Earth to stop turning and the time to stop flying by so that the sun keeps setting, the tree keeps growing and her colors stop fading. Pink that I wish I could grasp, pink that I wish could last.
ReplyDeleteWhat a breathtaking list of coulours and a powerful statement! This is short but extremely well done. You used short sentences, a list and an hyperbole to express such a tremendous intensity!
DeleteI really enjoyed reading your paragraph. It's not long but says enough. We can definitely imagine the "pinkish" atmosphere of the scene. Well done!
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ReplyDeleteThe arrival of this town folk aroused all the village. His sickly olive face was sharply contrasting with the apple-green meadows that all the villagers proudly kept clean. The ridiculously self-confident countenance of this dry and stunted man made him the subject of numerous jokes among the men. His khaky green hat, first seen by the emerald forest which guarded the village, was now seen nosing around Mrs. Tennants salad-green garden, at any time of the day. And that was at the center of all the women's rumors for quite a while.
ReplyDeleteI really like how you compare this man to the natural environment, it brings out how original he is, how similar and yet surprising he is for the inhabitants. You also use some words that strikes the mind! Kudos on all of this, it's really great :)
DeleteI really like your text, it comes out really fluent. It feels to me a bit like the beginning of an Austen novel, which I always appreciate...
DeleteI was somehow surprised by the different uses you made of the color green : a color that stands out, yet is omnipresent in nature. It's a paradox that made your text all the more striking and pleasant to read to me
Late one afternoon, in the ripening sun of June, my sister and I climbed in our old cherry tree. In the undulating foliage freckled with crimson dots, we picked and laughed, carmine clots glimmering in our pupils. Here in our hiding place, hugged between the branches, all was warmth and glee : from our blushing fingertips, our scarlet crooked grins, to our careless scuffed knees. There was life, too, in our bright gigglings, quivering the leaves and stirring up the old murmurs of childhood secrets.
ReplyDeleteI really like your description. I find it interesting how you manage to convey a joyful image of the color red even when you talk about 'blushing fingertips', which I supposed means they must be hurting, and 'scuffed knees'; yet I don't feel danger when I read your description, just the excitement and innocence of reckless children.
DeleteIt's simple, how the bright yellow of the fire can bring back memories. It reminds the small group of the golden laugh of their flaxen-headed friend. It bring back the dandelion color of the bouquet they had tied with a marigold ribbon. It's as if they can still see the jonquil fields shining in a mikado yellow. It's gloomy how it brought back the memory of the old gold coin tossed in the tomb during the ceremony. It was a promise, a promise of a saffron nail paint. They stare into their vanilla cups, the amber liquid swirling in it, letting a trail of buff stars. Still they keep forgetting all about her favorite lemon jacket.
ReplyDeleteI actually love your text. It looks to me like a beautiful bouquet, a bit all over the place (can I say that in a good way?), bright and full of nostalgia. You also took a risk by using so many colors without making it boring or meaningless, and I like your paragraph even more for its lexical richness. I'd say it's very effective (there are so many bright colors in my mind after reading this!), and the fact that it didn't make much sense (or that it's free for interpretation, the way a poem often is) made it perfect to me (ah, yes, perfectly logical)
DeleteI was sitting by the lake, just chilling. What a lovely day I thought to myself even though the weather was changing. Yet, for the moment, the sun was shining and the small emerald lake was tranquil. I could see the verdant pines in the background, waving from left to right in the wind, that same soothing wind that flows in your hair. The birds were singing and the grass climbing up your legs and I thought to myself "what a wonderful world".
ReplyDeleteI could tell the numerous ,yet almost invisible, people next to me were enjoying this little piece of paradise as well, sipping on a lime colored drink.
The wind was rising and the storm was menacing, I wish I would have stayed longer, but I will probably never come back.
I lreally enjoyed your description Dylan, your imagery was very effective! There is a very calm and pleasant atmosphere in this landscape you described! You made me think of the last late summer evenings I spent in the United States.
DeleteAt the end of the afternoon, into the huge woods next to our hamlet, my friend and I daydreamed by looking at the harlequin grass caressed by the delicate rays of sunshine. We laughed and blossomed in that heartwarming place, I saw her smiling, dazzling me with her piercing emerald eyes. The wind grazed the multiple leaves, leaving behind him his most pleasurable song. I glimpsed a little fawn and its mother enjoying the young hunter green wheat, illuminated by the sunset's light. We lose notions of time, like hypnotized by this flourishing savage world.
ReplyDeleteYour description made me smile Emma ! All those colors well-described convey a sense of happiness and well-being and everything seems calm, quiet, peaceful. It also appeals to the senses and creates a lovely atmosphere.
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ReplyDeleteMumbai the great, city of dreams. So many people have traveled there, searching for a better life, a job, a little money. Many words can make you think of the second New-York: the skyscrapers, the Indian ocean, the film industry... And the slums around the city, in which I was blocked for nearly half an hour. One kid ran passed our car, half-naked. I looked at his chocolate skin, before a gleam of sun revealed he was covered in sepia mud from head-to-toe. Uneasy, I turned to the other window, where I had an overview of what caused the putrid smell which was coming to me: a enormous landfill site. I could spend hours just listing all the... things... which were there, from the khaki dog to the rust bycicle which was already being carried away. However I am not going to expand myself on this subject, because last time I did, I expanded myself on my pants quite enough.
ReplyDeleteThe kid looked up at me, his cyan eyes dancing with mirth, and seeming to take my expression for one of allowance, he ran off to the Ferris wheel. I looked up, and the azure-blue sky seemed open to any paradox, and suddenly I wanted to laugh too, to be innocent too, to be open and merry as if the sky wasn’t painted in baby blue, the kind that makes you forget about the darker times to come, the kind that never really erases the hollowness inside, making you imagine for a second the blue-lipped beasts aren’t still lurking, waiting for a new crack, always waiting. As my brother waved at me, looking at the sky giddily, I thought about the blue in his eyes so unlike my cobalt ones, the lively sea to my cold mountain river, and with a bitter smile reminded myself : how glad was I that he got the electric shades.
ReplyDeleteI loved this one Alice, because of the way you oppose (in a "paradox, as you say yourself) childhood and adulthood, safety and menace, your brother and yourself, and yet linking it all to the same colour: blue. I really liked the way it was written, to, and believe that there's something universal about that paragraph that anyone can understand.
DeleteIn my opinion, we do not give the northern states' Indian summer enough credit. It may be the most colorful fall one would ever see. Michigan's countryside, for example, is mainly composed of green trees and pale blue lakes, which could appear quite ordinary. But at the contrary, its Indian Summer has something unique. When driving around, one might have the chance to observe a golden-furred deer, which color is just a bit lighter than the trees' leaves boarding the paths. The yellow rays of sun give a special atmosphere to the normally long and boring roads. And for the ones who are not impressed yet, I can only bet they'd be astonished in front of the various composition of green and red oaks.
ReplyDeleteOn one of the hottest days of summer, in the middle of a drought, our fragile lawn had once again decided to dry itself out completely.
ReplyDeleteI sat on the back porch as the sun was setting, contemplating the barren, prickly patch, and noticed bitterly that the sky had decided to mirror the ground at that particular moment, as if mocking our work. The entire world was somewhere between beige and orange at that very instant, including our blonde neighbour, outside watering his daffodils. He was in such perfect unison with his beloved plants that I swear I had thought his head was one of them at first.
The dying sun, on the verge of hiding behind the horizon, cast the last of its light upon our wooden house before letting the entire golden scene be swallowed up by darkness. And looking back, I don't think I've ever seen anything like it since.
Mountains have always been of the most interest for me, I was climbing on the top of them during the bright days of summer. When looking down at the bottom, was a grassy green, were some grass had beginning to grow again after the cold winter. It was almost similar to an Irish on the St Patrick'day in his harlequin green clothes. Then, up to it was a grey- asparagus green, a bit muddy after that the snow went away. and coming up, closer and closer to the sky were a tea green, the bright green of the bottom fading away as the my hopes of seing again a landscape as aesthetic as the one in front of me.
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ReplyDeleteI was sitting on the beach last summer, contemplating the reflection of the warm orange sunset sky in the glooming see. On my right, a little red-haired girl was standing their with her mother, both eating dark-orange coloured peaches. The girl's hair was shining with a bright orange in the dying sunlight, and her hair colour was highlighted by her flashy orange swimsuit, which almost had the same, bright colour as my sunscreen tube.
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ReplyDeleteFeeling lost in the immensity of a majestuous desert, with as only landmark Alicia, our guide. Her fancy highly contrasted with the strong woman she is and with the nude, wild and beautifully inhospitable ochre region we crossed. The air, filled with the glittering honey sand, matched Alicia’s ginger hair, forming spirals of a apricot-tinted melted gold. This landscape, like a giant version of her powder compact, had a extraordinary changing coulour, dependant on the merigold rays of a bright sun,was huge, almost empty, only containing the four little points we were. Her amber eyes were two nuggets in a sea of gold flakes. She wore a large tunique, spice colored, which brought a touch of subtle scents, mixing with the dull odour of the delicate sand. She stood as a valuable bronze statue in a Moroccan souk, surrounded by sea of cinnamon and cardamom.
ReplyDeleteThe Grand Canyon visit was by far my favorite walk. A rusty dust coat covered the landscape in front of me, all of the land I was capable to see was the same color, some spots had even a chestnut tint. Our guide was a tall man, he had a copper red skin tan and a pair of very deep brownish gold eyes that made me think he could see through walls. Every time we had time to take a break we ate huge cubes of a very ripe cantaloupe, its juice was so sweet tiny red-orange ants would rush to get on the quickly vanishing drops. The ground was so hot we could not leave out feet in the place more than three seconds. Finally the tangerine colored sun started to evaporate behind the huge coral rock walls, and little by little the sky became dark.
ReplyDeleteAs I was reading The Colour Purple, a book written by Alice Walker, I thought about the title and remembered this experience I had, a few weeks before.
ReplyDeleteI came across this beautiful park, and started wandering around, smelling the fresh morning air, amazed by the atmosphere of serenity and harmony. I decided to sit in the grass, near a bunch of flowers when this dark and intense purple one caught my attention. I believe it was an Iris. Purple is a very unusual color to find in nature. But its rarity ads this magical and mysterious effect, which made me want to have closer look at it. The singularity of this deep colour gave her a very sophisticated and royal personality. All the other flowers seemed to fade like soldiers bowing in front of their natural leader, but for some reason I couldn’t decide if she was either loved or hated. All I knew was that I couldn’t get my eyes off her. I was completely hypnotized. A cold, sharp rain started falling from the sky, forcing me to take my eyes off, like a warning. A young woman walked by under her umbrella with a provocative violet lipstick on. I left without turning back, singing Purple Rain and smiling at these wonderful mysteries.
I like the way the narrator seems amazed by everything that surrounds him, in this peaceful atmospher, and the emphasis on the rose and its rarity. The difference between nature and artifice is also striking with the sudden appearance of this "Young woman (...) with a provocative violet lipstick on". Paradoxically, we can draw a parallel between the woman who is wearing an unusual colour, probably to catch attention and this flower who is naturally attractive through the mystery she evokes. Good job !
DeleteTo you, these roses are red. Ask Jack, and they'll become of a sharp, sanguine magenta. Violet advocates they seem vermilion. Question Rose, Tiana, Paul, and Guunter. The rose will go from magenta to Scarlet, migrate to Carmin; and eventually come back to red. I, think they are a brilliant mix of all that, just like you just like me; and us, and everybody.
ReplyDeleteIt was a cold cloudy November night, she was walking in the city not knowing exactly what she was doing or where she was going. Around her, the livid grey of the lights, everything was frozen by the night. It all looked different by the silver moon who was her only guide. She felt weak and small compared to the vast charcoal night that was surrounding her. The houses, the shops,the few people around her, in the street, where all just smoky shadows. A ashy-grey cat passed by without even noticing her, everything seemed dusty, everything was grey. She was escaping, running away for her stormy life in the dark gloomy night.
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