If I were a month, I would be Febuary Crackling heat and suntan at the beach, or late April red brown leaves,wood smoke and crisp mornings.
If I were a day of the week, I would be Thursday night, a preview..
If I were a time of day, evening just after the first stars or the darkest before dawn.
If I were a planet, I would be Earth – It is known and safe and quite enough for me.
If I were an animal, I would be an Elephant, gentle, loving, family grouped, lost without each other .
If I were a direction, I would be walking blindfolded where north is actually south.
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be a window seat in the sunlight, warmth and reading and still just glass separating me from the world.
If I were a liquid, I would be Chai – warm and spicy .
If I were a gemstone, I would be Peridot or Garnet.
If I were a tree, I would be a Morton Bay Fig – exposed roots and soldiering on against all odds..
If I were a tool, I would be (giggle) The leader of the opposition? No, Ahem, Knitting needles – the closest I get to tools or, if one were to consider it so, a voice.
If I were a flower, I would be Jasmine.
If I were a kind of weather, I would be – see the seasons.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a piano and an acoustic guitar.
If I were a colour, I would be black or blood red.
If I were an emotion, I would be all of them, all at once.
If I were a fruit, I would be a Mango – Summer, sweet, soft and too much in large doses.
If I were a sound, I would be rain on a tin roof or a pure piano solo from the upstairs flat.
If I were an element, I would be earth that holds solid no matter what is done to it.
If I were a car, I’d be a Toyota Corolla – 1978 model, solid and keeps going with only a few repairs.
If I were a food, I would be…any ideas anyone? .
If I were a place, I would be a beach backed by fields and a forest.
If I were a material, I would be knitted in the early 1900’s – many found threads coming together and fraying apart but still a piece of cloth.
If I were a taste, I would be hot dark chilli chocolate – bitter sweet and warming.
If I were a scent, I would be Jasmine.
If I were an object, I would be a stage, my true home.
If I were a body part, I’d be eyes, the only part of me I love.
If I were a facial expression, I would be a quizzically sad smile.
If I were a pair of shoes, I would be (too easy) Converse runners, the easier for living in.