The Taste of Rainbow

The Taste of Rainbow

By Hadeel Rashed

You sit by the window sill,
quietly imagining what the rainbow tastes like.
Desperately in need for an answer.
Knowing it may differ from person to person.
I've tasted the rainbow and I'll tell you what it tastes like.

The red tastes sweet like strawberries but looks like blood.
The orange looks like an orange but tastes like a punch of pungent.
The yellow tastes sour like the sun.
Green has as astringent taste, looks like a lot of fun!
The blue is salty just like the calm sea
Purple tastes like flowers and smells just like me!
And the pink, has a flavour of soft marshmallows,
like pastel balloons floating in the sky.
Free.

About the Poet

<strong>Hadeel Rashed</strong>
Hadeel Rashed

My name is Hadeel Rashed and I am 16 years old and live in Canada.  I’m in grade 11 and my hobbies include writing poems, reading and cooking. 

I get inspired by the things that happen around me and mainly that’s what I write about. My greatest encouragement has been from my family and friends.

One of my poems will be published in an anthology by The Poetry Institute of Canada in February 2020 called The Winds of Change.  As an emerging writer, I am grateful for all the attention and time taken to read my work and hope that people enjoy reading my poems.

Instagram: @h16poems4U

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