Dark purple
Hovers in the corners of every haunted mansion,
Rising with the moon and falling with the darkness,
Seen but unseen in the eyes of medieval knights going in for the kill,
Hidden but there in the victim, who feels fear only temporarily,
The constant friend of the grave digger who cries out in laughter.
Not new or lonely or yielding.
Present in the comfortable warmth of old velvet pants,
And in the bitterness of a long secret, which was
Betrayed and broken by its very essence of
Dark purple.
by Tory Halevy
(color poem)
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The contrast of "rising" and "falling" in the third line works very well.
ReplyDelete"The constant friend of the grave digger" and "the bitterness of a long secret"? Genius!
--Weidig
I like how you only used dark purple in the beginning and the very end. It leaves room for the imagination. Nice job! I really like this.
ReplyDelete-Bri Radomsky