1.
Purple capes me in womanhood, like the maxi-coat I bought, aged eighteen. It gave me buttons to open, one by one, watched by another in my tiny bedsitter. Purple pressed me, girl to woman.

2.
A purple orchid grows in the grass, next to my head. My legs spread, spliced for you. Inspiration, no doubt, for purple prose when you dip your nib in ink for literary purposes, when we are finished. Your book will sell well, and I will cry, hidden by purple drapes – the safety curtain of the theatre.

3.
Purple tunics, shoes, sheets and pillows, all threaded through with blues and patched with reds. Happy purple, plaintive purple, perhaps purple, depending on the day, the night. Today, purple thins to mauve.

 
Ceinwen lives in Newcastle upon Tyne and writes short stories and poetry. She has been widely published in online magazines and in print anthologies. She graduated with an MA in Creative Writing from Newcastle University in 2017.