Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
13 October 2014
OctPoWriMo 13 - Palate Palette
Today's prompt is colours. I believe that all (or nearly all) of us are at least a little synaesthetic. You may not physically taste a colour when you see it, but if I was to say that something 'tastes green,' you could probably guess what I mean. I don't have extreme synaesthesia myself, but I find the senses overlapping in my thoughts and in my writing. So I decided to play with that, and also with the homophones 'palate' and 'palette.'