The Lights
Disturbance, ejection, emission
from a grand magnetic storm,
the sky spewing its worn wrath
in a final tide of conspicuous color:
sage green for the eddying envy
and magenta for the bright hurt.
Eyes widen, blinded by the hues:
the sage is the glint of the sea,
the blood-pink the tint of peonies.
6 thoughts on "The Lights"
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Naming these colors gives them a unique and new weight. Love this image!
Thank you so much!
Last stanza naming of specific plants and the characteristics of color are truly you using the poet’s palette!
A “poet’s pallette” is so kind — thank you!
This is a beautiful piece you’ve created. It feels like a poem you could read over and over and never tire of the immersive language and imagery.
Very sweet of you to say — thank you!