Photo credit: Eva the Weaver

COLOUR THEORY (PRIMARY)

Red

5E1914.

Three girls at a table in the Market Bar with an overpriced jug of sangria.
Sometimes words are enough. Sometimes memory isn’t.

EA3C53.

All I am is a double-edged sword

/            wanting and wanting and wanting

8C1717.

“Don’t worry—you can’t even tell. It’s just a little scar. A scarlet, even.”
or
THE/SCARLET/LETTER
[ Drop the ‘the’ […] it’s cleaner ]
SCARLET/LETTER
SCAR/LET/TER
SCAR/LET/TERRIBLE/THINGS/HAPPEN/WHEN/YOU/MAKE/HUNCHES/
IN/CLUEDO/BASED/ON/WHICH/CHARACTER/YOU’RE/
ATTRACTED/TO
or [cont’d from top]
“Does that make Hamlet a small ham? A hamlet?”
“I hate you for this.”
“Does it depend on who’s playing him?”
“Who’s playing ham, you mean?”
“God, I love it when you participate!” [etc.]

BE2625, D21F3C, F2473F.

I wonder who I will love in ten years. I hope I’m alive. I hope I’m eating well.
I hope there is fruit in summer and joy forever.

FF0800.

You’re too sweet to me, baby.
[ You’re stifling my skin. ]

B43757, B80F0A, C10A36.

springtime crimson lines my great-grandparents’ driveway

we sell the house; we leave the coast

someone, somewhere, does floral baking      /            hibiscuits

710C04.

(Death may be the end of life but it is not the end of love.)

(I know because I have a little brother.)

5E1914.

“So, comparatively, ignoring bastardisation of language and reliance on accents for comedy, who would you say of the three of us is
SANGRY
SANGRIA
SANGRIEST
and why?”
Yellow

FCDC3B, F3E88E, EDCB62, E3CF57, D6C537 et al.

[          still life of a fruit bowl          ]

F8E473 & D2B55B.

Imagine we are sitting in darkness and love each other
in some nerve-wracking, unspoken way.
Shall I tell you about the crush I had when I was fourteen?
Where I was living at the time and the instrument the person played?
The fact they didn’t notice me?

Will you be jealous?

Will the corners of your mouth give you away?

DAA520.

SAVE THE BEES & KILL YOUR DARLINGS

LONG, SLENDER / YELLOW-RAYED BLOSSOMS
/ SWEET PERFUME / ONE-SIDED INFLORESCENCE

&
LONG, SLENDER /                               BLOSSOMS
/ SWEET                      / ONE-SIDED
&
/ ONE-SIDED
SAVE THE BEES & KILL YOUR DARLINGS

FEE5AC.

It’s a love song, whether you hear it or not.
It’s the sight of your shoes in my home.

FCD12A.

[2018] A riverside lunch with my mother.
We are learning once again /
how to be around each other.

FCDC3B.

[
the summer before the world transformed
I bought and ate several fresh pineapples

I pulled them apart, hexagon by hexagon
I cut them open, took a knife to the sides

every new love is sweet and refreshing
(and I don’t know how to do it without hurting myself)

the thing about pineapples is the bromelain
the reciprocal digestion / the enzyme and the tender skin

every new love will tear you apart
right where your lips meet their corners       ]

Blue

7EB6FF & 87CEEB.

Carry me downstream / Carnival Baptiste
Lovers amidst myosotis
Benevolent weather / I hope you remember
Likewise I hope I don’t notice

75A1D0, 3A66A7, 6495ED, 5A4FCG, B7C3D0 et al.

My stockings, my studies, those berries, those books;
the bus to your house, the bus that I took—well, one of the buses;
well, both. A shade each. A bouquet. Cornflowers. Irises—
Veronica. Drain cleaner.
And the diner.
And the light.
And the gallery.
(Each room full of a NEW BLUE HUE.)

739AC5, 0276FD, 3333FF, 4D6FAC.

O Vincent
O Georges
O—NO P**** P****** on account of
the bleeding.
(Though, yes, Elizabeth, on account of the blood.)
O Jackson

[           ], [        ].

Not your eyes, and not mine either.

3B3178.

I wore my favourite dress that day. Your sweet treat and my whole heart in my hand.

7EB6FF.

myosotis

 

 

Tate Fountain is a writer, director, actor, and academic, currently studying at the University of Auckland. Her work has been published most recently in Starling, The Niche, and on NZ Poetry Shelf. She likes abstract art, the Paddington movies, and getting caught in the rain.