Treasure Island

Sally Evans

(1942 / London)

Invaders [Blue Lilies]


they'd been sunk in ink,
blue as new art,
propped on the black twigs
I'd hoped would spring to leaf,

dead of winter, table clear
but for the cut-glass vase,
blue lilies, monstrous
gift of fun.


jasmine I won't put with them,
nodding and tapping
each side of the glass,
no deepwater colour

drunk from darkest dye
of too much knowledge
corn-yellow starlets
floating over life.


blue, yellow, they flyte
one side of the room
to the other
kept apart

Submitted: Wednesday, January 01, 2014

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