If I Were

If I were a month, I would be March, with a sigh of relief that Summer is over.

If I were a day of the week, I would be Friday, ready for the weekend.

If I were a time of day, I would be dusk, with all the beautiful colours of the setting sun.

If I were a planet, I would be Saturn, because it has fancy rings.

If I were an animal, I would be a cat, curled up and purring on someone's lap.

If I were a direction, I would be a u-turn, for when life goes in the opposite direction to what I'm expecting.

If I were a piece of furniture, I would be big old comfy armchair, well worn but cosy.

If I were a liquid, I would be a pot of coffee, ready to be poured any time of the day.

If I were a gemstone, I would be an opal, and look different from every angle.

If I were a tree, I would be a jacaranda, with a carpet of purple blooms around my trunk.

If I were a tool, I would be a darning needle, mending things that are torn.

If I were a flower, I would be a pink rose, simple and elegant.

If I were a kind of weather, I would be a tempest, but I would blow over quickly and all would be calm again.

If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a baby grand piano, making beautiful music when played by someone who knows how.

If I were a colour, I would be pink, a colour that is missing from the rainbow.

If I were an emotion, I would be excitement, bubbling over and ready to squeeeeeeeeee.

If I were a fruit, I would be a lime, a little bit tart but great with a cocktail.

If I were a sound, I would be rain bird, always on weather watch.

If I were an element, I would be water, cleansing and refreshing.

If I were a car, I’d be VW, short and round but a cute little bug.

If I were a food, I would be an apple pie, mushy on the inside.

If I were a place, I would be field by a babbling brook, a good place to sit and think, or chat, or daydream.

If I were a material, I would be frosted glass, you could almost see through me but not quite.

If I were a taste, I would be red wine, hopefully one that gets better with age.

If I were a scent, I would be rain on parched earth, the sweet smell of hope.

If I were an object, I would be book, a well read classic.

If I were a body part, I’d be arms, wide open awaiting a cuddle.

If I were a facial expression, I would be a smile, complete with laughter lines.

If I were a pair of shoes, I would be fluffy pink slippers, or silver sparkling heels.


I saw this lovely idea at Naomi's Under the Yardarm and Megan's Writing Out Loud. Have a look at theirs and you can do it too, if you like.