this is a challenge; i find that i have written a few already…..
so, sir. i hear that you wear purple under that
sullen coat. i hear
it is the colour of god.
yet those who do not believe wear it proudly,
most of the time. sir.
look at him. just a boy.
just one day left to write on purple
for no particular reason except it is
one day left to remember the lilac
he wished was white, and then it was
one day today to change the colour
purple is family, the colour of walls ,
time of remembrance.
lavender will not grow here, the soil is
i bought the jacket on tuesday
wore it on wednesday to work.
a retail outlet we likes to look
smart and proper mostly. wore
boots as it was cooler. i thought
it was blue, the girl said purple.
we all see things different.
when the horse went down, you read glyn hughes?
the field is flowers now, grasses,one patch
of purple thistles
it is said most things have feelings, so
we walk the lane, wild now, watched the
water beetles, swallows dip.
memories crowding in, i talked too much.
there were several visitors, some picnicked
by my gate.
then, the kettle broke.
i will remember you.