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micky brown
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Wood Bells

Blue unfurls from a tiny gap

in the green centre

where leaf divides from stem

before the word for either blue or green

seeped through rootlets

from Pluto’s underworld.

Wind droops with their perfume

and the air mists blue as indigo.

Nightfall drains their colour

that fuels the darkness

with subterranean blue.

by kind permission of Rebecca Gethin from Buckland in the Moor (Ashburton)

May 25, 2018 at 2:44 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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