Moody Blue Poem by Elaine Battersby

Blue
you moody blue,
How you move me.
In a moment still and clear
as a summers sky,
where soft white clouds play
and caress your gentle blueness.

Then like a tempest, your calm blue waters
swirl and erupt, blasting away
the tranquillity of a still pale surface.
Now dark and inky, strong and wild,
troubled and manic, you twist and turn.

Blue
You moody blue
Sing me the blues
Blast your trumpets,
Seduce me with your saxophone,
Tell me your story, touch me, move me,
Blue
You moody blue.

Copyright;
Elaine Battersby
November 2014