poet Philippa Lane

Philippa Lane

Colour Poem: Purple

Purple is afraid
it scuttles into corners
on all fours
it reeks
it shrieks
and smells of old unopened rooms

it is the flickering eyelid
of an aging actress
and the veins
mapped on leaves
of frail plants
in nursing homes who suck thin air

Purple is chiffon dusk
compline and pale prayers

it is reading aloud
the twenty-third psalm
the noise of ragged breaths
clawing the air
a scratching away of calm

Purple is the gas
that killed Plath
and the depth
of her despair

it is the click of the valves
that stuck and the blood that cooled

Purple is profane

it never gives back
it hoards
it preserves grief
and bottles tears

Purple is half the world
and the side of me in shadow

Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 8, 2009

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  • jenna (4/18/2018 9:26:00 AM)

    you he]ave every thing

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  • Malini KadirMalini Kadir (1/20/2014 12:20:00 AM)

    wonderful deep write!

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  • Roberta Reilly (1/20/2012 10:24:00 AM)

    I like this - it describes its subject well.

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  • Wojja Fink (4/25/2009 11:28:00 AM)

    colourful description graphicly painted....

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  • Marie Diop (4/25/2009 11:25:00 AM)

    Beautiful and amazing poem! !

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