we need more pretty ways to describe eyes and I’m not talking your basic blue eyes with no flavour
‘Oh it’s like the ocean’ stfu.
We need people to wax poetry about new colours with new words.
Compare hazel green eyes to a trek around the edge of a swamp, the dusting of reeds on your bare knees, flecks of mud on your toes. There’s the faint sound of birds twittering for their families to return home. A rustle of wind, a squelch of mud. In them you find quiet, stillness, beauty. A natural reserve of all that came before and all that will come.
Compare brown eyes to a garden on a hill. The soil is freshly turned, you can see in each fleck. Yet still something gold remains, a solidarity flower battling through a tough winter and rewarded with fresh spring. There’s the taste of earth in your mouth, Mother Nature extending her hand to this tiny patch to bless them with light. You stand at a garden on a hill and you know home is not far.
I could go on but alas it is late. Please write your own, so I may read them in the morning!
