Shawn L. Bird

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poem-burnt December 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:11 pm
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She’s fuchsia


royal blue.

She’s wine,



Everyone knows it.

But you gift burnt orange

despite having heard years

of disgusted mutterings

about orange and yellow and olive

from childhood.

Burnt orange.



She ponders

Surely there is a message here?

and wonders whether you would be offended

if she dyes your gift

more than she’s offended

by burnt orange.





6 Responses to “poem-burnt”

  1. Melody J Haislip Says:

    I know exactly what you mean, but you say it So much better!

    • I have only one pair of tartan socks. And one argyle pair. Maybe my husband needs tartan socks? I’d knit him a pair, but I confess, his feet are so huge, it would take a numbingly long time…

  2. The true heart gifts in the colour of the recipient. The true heart also receives in the spirit of the giver.

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