Poetry

This is my colour poem without the sounds

Gold,
Heavy and hard
It smells strong
and dense and cold
Metallic
A scratchy and itchy surface

Blue,
Slippery and liquidy
It smells like space
Which no one's smelt before
It sounds like a raging river
In torrential rain

Red,
Thick and slimy
Freshly made rubber tyres smell red
It sounds like paper
flapping in the wind.