Monday, February 14, 2011

glory in the morning, pulp-fiction blue...


I saw blue again
for the very first time today
returning home at dawn, as
on my right, a quivering electric lid
of pale translucent citrine opened
to reveal an iris of impossibly
Barbie doll-eye sparkling
interference manganese
that made me gasp as it fully
owned the heavens just above
the inky, leafless tree-lined
dark soil and gleaming snow
looking ahead my right periphery
was met by another brilliance
where in color-wheel saturation
baby cerulean crawled through cyan
trailing robins-egg and periwinkle
to meet cobalt at a cloud-struck apex
that was humming modulated
tuned to the frequency of earthly blue
my car crept ant-like along
the yellow lined garter snake
road of heavy black satin ribbon
as it drifted from from its spool
parting the snowy corn-stubbled fields
like supplicant Moses arms raised 
staff in hand beneath a Venetian dome
of brilliant, crystalline blue spun glass...

Lucy Meskill

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