Violet

 

Cottage garden... bees in the foxgloves

Pansies I picked for my Nanna’s grave 

Once was a child blackberry picking 

Cherub face and hands greedily stained

Lancashire Fells awash in heather 

Pastel waves in sunset, solstice skies 

Fingerprints I left on fine linen

After eating Grandma’s home-baked pies

Rich amethyst which is my birthstone 

Upon finger; a silver band, set  

Guitar painted and highly lacquered

Snuggling under my fluffy blanket 

My first pair of velvet Doc Martens 

My wardrobe transcends all of its shades  

Wrapper of favourite chocolate

Relief... aura as a migraine fades

My lips, when I’ve had too much Merlot 

Intoxicated... impassioned kiss 

Moonlight shines on our slumber’s satin

Where I show you how much you’ve been missed 

Milky Way and all of her wonder

Imbrued, violet majestic tones

A colour that tastes of my childhood 

Feels like... being naked, in your arms 

Smells of baking day and wildflowers 

Speaks of nature’s bounty... Summer skies 

Seen from my mind’s eye, at crown chakra 

Promotes compassion, peace and insight 

To me, it’s more than just a pigment

Or how I choose to furnish in tones

It’s a state of mind; a vibration 

It’s fond memories... essence of home 

It’s the name I gave to my daughter

It’s the accent of our wedding day 

It’s in painted words of poetry 

It’s how I’ll be remembered... someday 

©  Debbie Razey 2020 - Violet Moon Poetry.