Aubergine, the Colour of Me.

I'd thoughts I'd share the result of another creative writing assignment I did. Write about a colour, with liberal use of a thesaurus:

As a childhood favourite I was unaffectedly purple, the iconic girlhood enchantment. Now I am Plum, the dark, juicy hues of fruit ripe for the picking.

You’ll see me in the shiny, smooth skin of an aubergine. I am rich and deep like the innermost nucleus of a violet.

You’ll find me immersed in the recesses of the sky during aurora borealis. The firmament filled with a glorious light show on my silken backdrop. Also with lightening, I am the stage for the striking reveal.

You’ll not find me across a halcyon field of lavender, nor in the black inky release of an octopus in the sea. Somewhere in the middle of shades, purple bleeding into black. That is where I’ll be.

You’ll luxuriate in the eminence of my hues, I have been sought throughout history for my dark, royal shade, the dye of rarest design. Illusive in it’s nature. I live in the fringes of not wholly purple, nor entirely black.

You’ll be in wonderment at the array and depth when I am blood clotted and pooled beneath skin. Striking and demanding of notice, in awe as I swirl with the pinks and yellows and green, all stages of brokenness being made right.

Brooding, lush, enigmatic and rare is me.