Saturday, October 13, 2018

Kit Kelen #1017 - two poems - all rise & mulberry is our Tyrian purple

1017
two poems


all rise

ribs of a certain pale and blue
we’re having a little winter again
all in blossom with it
every green come

all rise
courtly, tendril
like a parliament of prayers
to simply turn the world

and only air up
till the last breath’s gone
and only sky up there



mulberry is our Tyrian purple

everyone gets it in the beak

and as they come ripe
up in the branches
out of the blue
it’s berry to berry
the channel billed cuckoos
have all of Spring away

2 comments:

  1. to dye us all
    a silk trade of the skies
    where once phoenicians flew

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  2. and Hannu the Egyptian too
    he once took a Punt

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