BLUE, NOT THE BLUE SHADING INTO LILAC (FINAL VERSION REFORMATTED AND REVISED)

 

BLUE, NOT THE BLUE SHADING INTO LILAC (FINAL VERSION) 

blue not the blue shading into lilac
but Blue Itself, isolate crystal
I isolate you so faerily

clean precipitate
of the dreaming soul
without rejoinder

in my dream alone.

see I have spun from you
a few lacework kingdoms
from a single ribbon pale blue of

the raveling sky, or turquoise clouds

scuttling by 

one indigo eyelash from the lantern moon.
how out of favor you are in some regimes

blue not going anywhere at all

they hear you out of tune

a worn out colour for the Spring collection

I see you on the brink of tears, my blue taffeta
and glimpse you through the outworn years

ah blue of the world so weary
dipping through clouds and 

taking the bluebirds with you,

the stray honeysuckle for consolations
into the Far Sapphire piled up stratospheres

where the Winds are found 
dozing at the cove cave of infinite Summer.

and berry stained as Immortal Keats

mary angela douglas 12 august 2018;20 may 2024;13 june 2024