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Our writing theme a couple of weeks ago was the colour Purple. This is my effort on the subject:

The Rules

Purple leaves her cold.
It is not her colour
Because of her hair
Having the tendency
To clash
Which might
Draw attention.
Most of it
Unwanted.

She may wear blue,
or sometimes green,
but never together.
It is unseemly
without
a colour
in between.
Or so,
She is told.

Pink is also disallowed.
It makes her skin look sallow.
Allegedly.
A colour clamouring for grown-up status
Beyond the nursery walls.
Mutton, dressing as lamb?
She hardly thinks so!

Red will not be tolerated.
The colour of blood
and of passion,
it is,
therefore,
Highly Dangerous.
Particularly when paired with golden earrings.
Especially if they should dangle,
Tantalisingly.
Someone might mistake
her for a
gypsy.

Orange is too bold and brash,
Reminiscent of places
foreign and exotic.
Not fo her then.
She who is not allowed
to emerge from
under her bushel
in case
She
should
be
noticed.

These are the rules.
Make no mistake.
Consequently,
Her favourite colour is taupe.
Her wardrobe proffers every conceivable
shade of black.
Very fitting
For sombre occasions.
Mostly funerals.
Where finally
She'll get a chance
To
Cut
A
Dash.