by: Martha Scott
Watered deepened to indigo blue beckons softly beyond the brush
Thickened by a thousand years of soldiers marching, stomping on,
Removed by wind, their helmets flew on eagle wings above the hue
Of blue and green, yellow orange and red,
As the search they’d started prepared its get away
To uncover the elusive purple of a flower so rare and pure,
Changing to wolverines that begin to bay
At the little girl that had been kissed
By ladybugs deliciously hibernating in her locks,
Who doesn’t think, so jumps she must
Happily, demonic faces in the air
Christ-like turn from one to four
As a reflection in the mirror tells the story
A continuation of just another trapped
Became as one, a south bound collision
Heralding a north bound train.
Ah, about that purple flower from a time of a long ago
Finally it was pulled and pulled, just beneath the stone
And in the water, it was thrown
With hopes that it was swept away.
Sometimes it doesn’t hurt or feel so bad
Over the ruins we walk today,
As everything that ever mattered
Quite succinctly and just as plainly,
Totally, disintegrated.