About this Poem: The first time he sees the orphanage. A writing of his emotions that centres his thoughts about it. He is about seven.

Colours

Let loose the colours
Paint the sky grey
Drop the pastels,
Feet stuck in clay

Unwilling to move,
Daunting to talk,
Nothing to prove,
Not wanting to walk

Rain the colour of ice
Like darkened tears of lies
Stormy bright of flashing thunder
Of yellow striking wonder

Cheery yellow-green building
Of cracked walls and tiles
Looking at those hard looks
Of supposed smiles

Orphanage of yellow-green
Of a happy, glorious scene
Yet step inside a world of
The bullies and hearty love.


Author's Note: I have used contradicting words here! Well, you're free to interpret it any way you like. You might see it as Archie loving the place, or hating it. There's no right or wrong answer when poetry is concerned, I guess. But if you would look beneath the cheerful tone and at the words... Anyway, the cynicism at the last stanza is hopefully obvious. I suppose I really love Archie as a dark, angsty kid, don't I?