Crown Chakra Snake Rising #NaPoWriMo

. . . the brooding clouds not yet breaking, twilight falling into itself, the potent grape, blood contained, the purpled groin of things. The used-to-be-red, deeper hue of finer vintage. Fresh bruise, the ransacked olive, its origin story, shadows on walls. The drama of electric sky tearing at itself. A harboured wish in the folds of the soul, hushed, unfulfilled. A whale mother’s wailing call, the underside of oyster shell empty of flesh. The smell of nostalgia, stories in memory banks, twenty-pound notes, mauvais weather, evening lipstick, autumn hair. Summer grown cold, grown deep, grown purple-edged, the edge of consciousness when dreams feel real, the pale lilac of winter sunshine, shy as a bluebell’s blue rinse hairdo. Jam on toast, iris and thistle, haze and rain, luxury and pearls. Carrot’s true hue before they gingered, the generous wealth of aubergine sheen. Wizard’s cloak, a gift of amethyst, starfish and urchins and beetles and feathers, spiritual realm, the precipice of unknown. The mighty earthworm doing God’s work. Myth and psychedelia, clouds of violet, smoke-parting visions, meditation. Organs and innards, the magnificent brain. Lavender and orchid, all things cosmic. The great smoky mountains and sunrise, still thinking about rising, slumbering on. Ink spilled all over the pages, drying whorls of perfect secrets.

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NaPoWriMo Prompt 21: to write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color. Some examples for you – Diane Wakoski’s “Blue Monday,” Walter de la Mare’s “Silver,” and Dorothea Lasky’s “Red Rum.”