veer above slate-blue roofs,
over smoke-blue smokestacks
in the sea-blue sky.
among the blue moons and bluebells
in this blue-blood state
of blue laws and blue flu.
cursing a blue streak.
Let me sing my deep new true-blue song
to you, O baby, misty midnight blue.
4 thoughts on “10: Blue”
Hypnotic – I found myself creating all the various blues in my mind (in emotions, sound and physical forms) and they became a maelstrom of colour, shape and form, one overlapping on the other as the sensations built, line-by line. Unravelling beauty, here.
Thank you, Anne — I’m very grateful for your attentive and generous reading!
You’re most welcome – it’s a pleasure to read your work!