Shrouded in blue

“Reach me a gentian, give me a torch!
let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower
down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness,
even where Persephone goes”
D. H. Lawrence ~ Blue Gentians

Steep me deep in Plutonium blue
when into Bluebeard's inky arms I sink
bone dry - not drowning in Poseidon's green
the swell of foam-flecked aquamarine

Wrap me round a winding cloth of vivid indigo
robed in a cobalt coat and pillowed down
breast of cuddy duck tenderly pressed
with brilliantine sheen of a peacock crest

Gift me gentians for the grave at Michaelmas
pavonate blooms dispelling Dis and hideous gloom
then blue blue hyacinths for when Persephone lights the stair
and winds of March exhume the sepulchred air

A recent visit to the garden centre and the sight of Gentians invoked Lawrence’s elegiac poem as inspiration for today’s offering in the Poetry Pantry