Filmmakers: Barra Convery and John Margetts. Actor: Shannon Martin
Yellow They called you Solitude. I would have called you Sol, my Sun, and lit up your destiny with a name that could warm the air around the ore of your heart. I would have kept all things black from you - jet earrings, soot-faced poppies - grown only marigolds in your garden, hung amber in your ears. I would have bought you a yellow dress to dance in, and flirt like sunlight when it meets the river at dawn. I would have saved you from the undertow of horses, sold them all and shut the stables so you would never set foot in a forge or hear the melancholy ring of metal beating on hot metal, the sad song of submission to the solid. Your name would have lit my path to your door so you would never be alone, never have to set out on that long, parched trek to the coast in search of yourself, finding only salt on your tongue.