Dripper
Jackson Pollack
master mixologist
in his studio
contemplating the formula
for the perfect purple
two drizzles azurite
three drools pyrope
four plops phosphorite
three sprinkles cinnabar
pure vivianite
with a trickle of vermillion
a splash of tungsten
a splay of ruby sulphur
a blotch of kyanite
more flicks of red to plum
more flecks of blue to violet
two dribs of manganese oxide
three drabs of alamandine
one tiny droplet of sandaracha
a spurtle of mayan blue
a gurgle of dragon’s blood
with a single woman’s tear
a splitch here a splotch there
yes, absolute perfect purple
but it’s hard to see
under all those drips
~ J R Turek Hour 9
Love this! Such a great poem. Love the use of specifics, and the way you manage to evoke his work!