14 June 2010

Tuesday Poem: Violet


The walls were a
the colour your eyes
never were we
used to talk
about eyes a lot you
really liked mine for some
reason cos my pupils were really
huge you said or maybe it was just
an excuse to shine torches in
my face but we wondered
whether violet eyes
really existed
or whether they were just a
of some collective literary
imagination or a symbol
of female physical perfection
but one day on the
cable car
I saw a girl
whose eyes were
violet I think they
were a deep dark impossible
blue and I stared and stared
at her and thought fervently
of you

My, how quickly Tuesday comes around again. I failed to organise anything else, so 'Violet' is one of mine. It's from Abstract Internal Furniture.

I have a whole list of blog posts I'm meaning to write, or finish, but they will have to wait.

Oops, forgot to say that of course there are lots more Tuesday Poems to read over at: http://tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com


Janis Freegard said...

I really like this, Helen. Every now & then I see someone with eyes that are a colour unlike anyone else's and just think, wow

Mary McCallum said...

yes, powerful - the purple, the violet, the intimacy - a great choice!

Helen Rickerby said...

Thanks for your comments! It was originally inspired by the purple walls at the old Krazy Lounge, oh and an ex-boyfriend.

S.L. Corsua said...

Mesmerizing. Both the content of the poem and your distinct style, Helen. Oh, and I love the theatrical voice. I imagine hearing this piece performed onstage with the spotlight fixed on the actor's face.

Helen Lowe said...

It's like seeing eyes that really are green. I enjoyed the poem, Helen, especially the cadence of the spoken voice and the way the power of the colour coems through.