Hello, friends! Been quite a while since I've ventured back onto the site. I've had to take a bit of a hiatus for personal reasons, but I'm attempting to slowly find my way back into writing. Thanks for bearing with me, and hope you enjoy what I can come up with in the future. :)
Many thanks to the lovely mrspencil for teaching me about color poetry.
Prompt: A chipped china teacup, by Stutley Constable
Scorching pale pink
morning sunrise far above the sand
gentle mist in the sticky air
chipped teacup smashed in a sweltering tent
a pop, explosion of powder
squelching contact, low, breathy gasp
shouts and cries, sucked in the air
noiseless pellets of sand caught in gaping wounds
a blanket of grit and sticky-sweet metallic red
lying under the weight of foreign bodies
"Good God! Hurry, get the doctor out of here!"