Pale Lilac Poem by Midnight Clarity

Pale Lilac



pale lilac bells
with purple throats
swing silent
in the wintery wind
that takes the air
to temperate from tropic;
morning is a smear
of sullen cloud
of muted colours
blended in a melting pot
of green, of grey,
a lone hibiscus
frail and red
just a bloodstain
in the halflight
pretending to be day.

Friday, February 15, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: purple
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Midnight Clarity

Midnight Clarity

Isles of Scilly living in Barbados
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