Just Gone Blue

Where are you blue?
Caught up in the noonday altitude,
capsized in a comma.
Rung through the jagged
edge of a bluebell.
Are you rotten with azure,
bruised by the brisk air.
Moving with a glacier or clapped
under a cobalt minor scale
the color of rain.
Riding the indigo nightshade
with Bessie Smith and
Bobby Bland, burned in
a saffire flame.
Squawking back
through a Steller's Jay bill,
puckered on an early
huckleberry, or you've
turned around to turquoise
and snubbed teal
or maybe just gone,
blue.









Reviews

[Elma]

Thank you Alan, I shall take a look.

[alanwgraham]

You have chosen, on the face of it, a simple idea - playing on the connotations of colour. Your execution is superb, the images so imaginative (rotten with azure, etc etc etc) and the range of your examples - Bessie Smith, glaciers and Steller's Jay - that lot can't figure together too often!
Well done.
Alan
If you have any spare time would you have a look at a story I wrote called 'Times Enigma' based on a night I spent on a remote Scottish island. Thanks!