I don’t really describe myself as a poet but I do occasionally write certain words that just swim around in my mind. I haven’t really considered sharing any of my writings with the world before so here goes!

There once was a boy who could hear colours.
Because he had always grown up with this ability, he didn’t think twice about it and just assumed everybody else was able to hear colours as well.
Some songs he perceived as being purple songs.
Others yellow or orange.
The stronger the sounds resonated within him, the more vibrant and vivid the colours.
He felt particularly drawn to slow, ambient music with unusual sounds,
Echoed distorted melodies
And layered tunes.
For him, this was a sensory firework display in his kaleidoscope mind.
Other songs made him hear shapes, faces,
And faraway places.
Diamonds and crystals
Disembodied spirits, staying afloat on ethereal watercolours of blue and green.
Castles and palaces made of ice which float on clouds.
Storms of mind-weather, with saturated
Splashes of olive and cerulean enveloped by and behind mud and smoke.
Forests in autumn with the sunset shining through leaves of reds and greens.
Mud swamps of dirty yellows and sunlight streaks
Illuminating through the branches of towering layers of trees.
Every sound and tune is an adventure to be had,
A story to be told.
Through his minds ear, an astral projection
Into the realm of the imagination.