COLORS CONTEST RESULTS
Update: The Colors Contest Results are Finally In!!!
OK, yes, it has been quite awhile since this contest ended. There have complications outside the current DLD administration's control which lead to some of the delay - the rest of the time: procrastination.
In any case, better late than never, right?
Anyway, here are the winners:
The color of betrayalYellow is the color of the land when it betrays you. That's what Mama says. She said it during the drought year, pointing to fields of corn that stopped growing knee-high and turned a sickly gold.
Why you wanna dress that color, she said.
But I did. I liked the way it was soft like a spring flower. I liked the way it looked against my skin. So I folded my arms and stomped my foot. This is what I want, I said.
That was the summer of the squatters. Mama called them that. She let them hide in her house during the day so the police wouldn't grab them off the street and send them to the farms, or worse. Most of them were migrants. All of them sang the blues.
I didn't mind the squatters. They were kind to me, usually, and they told the best stories. They brought news, too. Some of them had news from as far away as Chicago. I listened to everything they had to say and everything they had to sing.
Mama would get up early in the morning every day. Usually she'd send me off to school -- not the
BarracudaI have heard mistaken minds
say if you offer her your hand,
Blue in kind will bring no harm.
I have come to tell you this is false.
Listen closely now, my friend:
Blue is sharper, longer, leaner,
than Red on Red’s best day.
She will take your albatross
and slit it open in the night.
Blue is dressed to a fine point:
silk sleeves and noble crest,
predator-sleek with azure-spine.
She dares and she is tempting, I admit,
but you have not known Blue as I.
Blue can cut.
She can sting.
She can weave and dance and cut again,
and when she has finished
she is deathly still.
Blue feels no remorse;
she won’t reflect as you or I.
She drops and flows
and darts and thrusts
and when you go to grasp her
she has slipped and sliced your palm.
Take heed, my anxious friend,
you are her prey of choice.
She hides within the sun.
You take her in, you think you’ve won,
but venomous and silent
she dissolves inside your depths,
Congratulations to all the winners, and thank you to all the contestants. Again, on behalf of =DailyLitDeviations
, we apologize for the delay, and we appreciate the effort you put into many wonderful submissions to this contest.
Pick a color, any color and write about it. Prose, poetry or stream of consciousness; it doesn't matter.
You must use only one color when writing your piece
Entries must include a link to this journal in the comments section
Prose can be no more than 2000 words and no less than 250 words.
Poetry can be no more than 75 lines including line breaks and no fewer than 3 lines
The piece must clearly define the color you have chosen, but does not have to name it directly
You must name the color you have chosen in the comments section
You do not have to be a member of the group #Daily-Lit-Deviations
to enter, but we welcome you if you wish to join us
This contest is open to ever member of deviantART excluding judges.
Please post your entry at #Daily-Lit-Deviations
in the Colors Contest folder.
This does not have to be a new entry. Just update your comments section please.
One entry per person.
-Features from=rockgem*rlkirkland*AlecBell^3wyl`YouInventedMe`LiliWrites=DrippingWords3rd place
3 month sub
1 month sub2nd place
6 month sub1st place
1 yr sub
3 month sub (or applicable points)
Poetry commission from `TwilightPoetess
A critique of one piece of your choice by `LiliWritesWe are always accepting other prize donations. Please note ~VertigoArt if you are interested.
The contest will run from the date this is posted until February 28th.