by Nicole Yin
The blonde haired girl’s eyes remind me of the sky
Big, blue, bright one second, then
the next, it has started raining
The smile that could once rival the sun
disappearing behind the storm
The brown haired boy’s eyes remind of the forest
His hair, embodies it
He reminds me of a tall oak tree
sturdy and strong yet standing alone
The black haired girl’s eyes remind me of brownies
Her skin, of chocolate.
Her arms like rolling pins
She reminds me of hazelnuts
sweet on the outside,
but secretly bitter
The red haired boy’s eyes remind me of Mercury
If I were to draw a line through all his freckles,
I wouldn’t need to go stargazing anymore
The pink haired girl’s eye’s remind me of an empty void
Even though all the colors of the rainbow shines in her eyes,
her gaze is more dull than the stub of a crayon
she insists on carrying around.
Nicole Yin is a grade nine student at an international school Shanghai. She is an artist and spends much of her time drawing portraits. Her poetry is about the people and events she encounters in her daily life, making portraits in words.