A Child's Week (IP)

By Rhiannonw

Thu, 17 Sep 2015
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— synaesthetically

Monday’s white –
a new week bright;
Tuesday’s brown –
hard-working frown;
Wednesday’s yellow –
mood happy, mellow;
Thursday’s grey –
a dullish day;
Friday’s green –
weekend foreseen;
Saturday’s billowing orangey-pink –
a day to relax and to freely think;
Sunday’s more serious routine, warm red –
chapel and rest for the week ahead.

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Comments

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

This is a cute idea for breaking down the days into colours that reflect the likely mood of the child.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Synaesthetic is to do with mixing senses and 'seeing' words, numbers, music etc as colours as many do. I certainly do to a little extent, maybe more so when young. I think there was some confusion between whether I was thinking/speaking in Welsh or English. So, I just based this on my memories of my colours for the days of the week, combined with feelings for the different days that may have partly influenced the 'colours' or maybe the 'colours' were partly a result of the feelings?! Rhiannon

 

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Prismatic, psychedelic, kaleioscopic, chromatic, ...

what more can be said!!!

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

! thanks, Terry, nice to have a colourful world! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thinking back, Rhiannon, I had a colour for every day of the week, too.  Only I think mine was black for Monday.  I went through a terrible time of hating school, when I was about six.  Fortunately, my mum sussed what the trouble was.  We were given, sysematically a spoonful of cod-liver oil and undiluted orange juice with our daily school milk, and to say I hated the cod liver oil mixed with orange juice was an understatement.  Anyway, she wrote a note to the teacher and I was excused this daily torture, and I enjoyed school from then on.  Terrible really, because of course I didn't know how lucky I was, considering there were and still are so many undernourished and starving people in the world.  But at the end of the day, you can't help not liking something, and I really did develop a kind of phobia about it.  To this day the smell of cod liver oil makes me terribly nauseous.  

Loved your poem Rhiannon, especially the billowing, orangey-pink of Saturdays.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Tina. Glad you enjoyed.
It was better when cod liver oil came in capsules instead, though I have some memories of one dissolving on my tongue before I swallowed it, which was dreadful. Teatime we were talking about a shade of green we didn't like, and I said I thought it remiinded me of an awful medicene of the shade we had to take when young, actually I think it was probably a tonic! Rhiannon