The Funeral

I wrote this for a Color Symbolism poem in my English class.

We are all dressed in black,

Looking perhaps like an army of death itself

Her lilies appear a blanched and bleak

And artificial colored white

Her face is pallid and the color of Ivory

Our tears are fragile like clear glass

The grass is green, caught with drops of dew

Her mother’s mittens are knitted string of grey

But the sky is a shallow blue, anyway

The sun glows burning white

Not letting anyone

Be taken by the night

The tissue basket, holds cloths of white

The psalms and the hymns held in a book of red

The day is alive, but we fear death instead

Author's Note

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Reviews

[SpiceCookie]

I like your color word choices and the emotion you created. Great work, keep writing! :)

[Stephen]

Nice color references. A strong poem throughout, and life is summed up in the last line: 'The day is alive, but we fear death instead'.