My Blue

My blue is not that of a mariner’s hankering
for seascapes, nor the hue of rivers I follow faithfully
– rather these favour steel and teal
before the plunge into a foaming bice brine

My blue is not that mood indigo
lodging wax-like in the ear when light is dimmed
nor a melancholia that sticks betwixt ribs
sung with a breathy sax after the midnight hour

My blue is that of woodland bells
when the April cuckoo chimes out Spring
and I could cry for the brevity of its passing

Joining Grace for another Open Link Night where anything goes as long as its poetry

38 Comments on “My Blue

  1. Well this certainly is poetry, smile. You do put me in mind of the Texas bluebells that grow wild, and herald Spring with strident hues and facile fragrances


    • Thank you Glenn – Our wildflowers are called English or Scottish bluebells depending on locale – a kind of hyacinth & very different from yours which are Eustomas though both herald Spring


  2. I love the shifts between the different blues, Laura, like changes in key. I like the ‘melancholia that sticks betwixt ribs / sung with a breathy sax after the midnight hour’, but my favourite blue is also the ‘woodland bells’, which take me back to childhood, picking flowers in Bluebell Wood with my mother.


  3. Oh my aching heart this is gorgeous, Laura! 🥰 I love; “My blue is not that mood indigo lodging wax-like in the ear when light is dimmed…” Inspired~ 💝


  4. Laura, I had to go to my page of literary devices in poetry to identify the ones you used to well in your poem: consonance, assonance, and imagery. Tying blue to the different moods associated with it what ties it together with a beautiful bluebell bow.


  5. The brevity of its passing – as I watch the numbers ticking past. And think about what each individual number means. Life is subdued, but leavened with humour, music.

    We are not yet on lockdown – but social distancing.


  6. What a lovely shade of blue – perfect for the short spring season. Your poem is a gem to read tonight.


  7. Love both the internal rhyme and the surprise of “these favour steel and teal”


  8. This struck me as so lyrical Laura. I’m no poet but I love the rhythm and pace of this as well as the meaning. The image is a perfect compliment. Which came first ?😊


    • you have the appreciation of a poet Tina – thank you. Neither came first as such- the words conjured what I was after and the archive surrendered bluebells 😉


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