Prussian Blue Poem by nathan martin

Prussian Blue



slight decay under the suns
metallic half-lit shoulder.

signs and sinews fall in the late
evening.

in every field the wandering stones
sigh and clap there tumbling foreheads
down a little.

lying next to the cleft of a rock ninety
degrees past a bent heaven.

there if you watch and wait you will find it,
the ground up pigments of the skies liturgical form.



now the stones cannot forget so that
the grass of the field may go on living.

the basin brought to return half empty
in the low light.

beautiful in its winter slant robed
garmets of light blue frost.




**inspired by the painting
'the entombment of christ'
by adrian van der werff.

first painting to use prussian blue

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