Amber
is the colour
of freedom,
intense and exotic,
aromatic
as orange groves
in sun-drenched
Seville.
Amber
is the colour
of pleasure,
soft and silky,
elegant
as the curves
of my lover's
body.
Amber
is the colour
of memories,
bright with flavour,
tasting
of wild heather,
with hints of
peat.
Amber
is the colour
of regret,
aged over time,
brought
to maturity
in casks of
bitterness.
Amber
is the colour
of shame,
refined by guilt,
felt
when faces tighten
as I drink
Firewhisky.
~ ~ ~
A/N: This poem was inspired by chapter twenty-two of 'Moonlight and Shadow,' to show Sirius slowly drowning in memories and Firewhisky. The title and lyrics used in the summary were from the song 'Irish Whiskey' by the Cherry Poppin' Daddies.