Creative Writing

Assignment #2: Silver and Gold

Assignment #2

You will write a Quatrain style poem about your favorite color. Though I encourage creativity, you must learn to be creative within boundaries. Examples of rhyming schemes can be abab, abba, or aabb.

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"What are you writing now, Kagome?" asked Shippo as he looked up from his newest work of art. It was a colorful picture of Kagome giving him a big hug with lots of hearts while Inuyasha was unconscious from a particularly painful 'sit'.

"I'm trying to write a poem about my favorite color," she grumbled as she scratched out another stanza. "But it's just not working! I don't have a favorite color!"

"What about blue? You like blue don't you? You always like looking at the sky or the water. You could write about blue."

"Hmmm... that's not a bad idea, Shippo." She wrote down the word 'blue'. It was a good word, plus there were so many words that rhymed with blue. It should be a snap to finish up the poem.

"Lady Kagome also seems partial to the color of yellow," said Miroku, ignoring the sting of the red handprint on his face. "The bag she brings us is yellow. She also seems drawn to many of the yellow butterflies and flowers that we see on our journey. And the sun, full of warmth and life."

"Perhaps pink," suggested Sango as she shook her hand a bit to take the slight sting out of it. "The Shikon jewel is pink. And the energy you emit when you use your weapon is pink."

Kagome sighed. It seemed that everyone else seemed to come up with colors with no effort whatsoever, and she had spent all day struggling with finding one single reason for one single color. Yellow was a good color. It was a happy color, and so was pink. She nibbled at her lip, but neither one of them were here favorite color. This stupid poem shouldn't be so hard!

After another sigh she let her gaze wander over to Inuyasha, who was zipping around the campsite making sure that it was secure. Smiling, she began to write. He always seemed to be a blur of colors when he did that.

A flash of light

Color of the moonlight snow

When flying high or flying low

Silver, almost white

A flash so bright

Warm Honey, amber, metal ore

Always leaves me wanting more

Golden sight.

She had to admit that silver and gold were two of her favorite colors, but only because they reminded her of her favorite hanyou. But the assignment said 'color'. Singular. She wondered if she could get away with having two favorite colors. Probably not. Turning her pencil around she prepared to erase. A flash of silver caught her eyes, and she looked up to see Inuyasha looking down at her with those golden eyes of his.

"Are you still working on that stupid poem?" he complained. "Where's the ramen?"

"The water isn't boiling yet, idiot."

He stomped a short distance away and stared at the pot, waiting for it to boil. She wanted to make a comment to him about watched pots but decided to keep it to herself. It was more fun to watch him watching in anticipation. It made him seem less of a warrior and more of kid. She frowned. Though he was never really a kid, at least not for very long. Drawing her knees up to her chin she studied him, slowly beginning to smile again. Maybe that's what made these moments even more special.

"What's it about?"

"Hmm?"

He continued to watch the pot, waiting for it to boil. "The assignment."