An ode to the sky, because I couldn't think of anything else to write about for the colour blue. And I painted myself into a bit of a corner with the last line from my previous poem...
Radio Telescope
we cannot teach the sky herself to sing,
but if we mouth the words, she’ll hum the tune.
The notes will fill the air with silver wings;
a cobalt-coloured symphony. The moon
will croon in sympathy, her face aglow
with light that she has borrowed from the sun.
The sun will bring the bass, the song will grow
until it fills the stratosphere and none
can nullify the rhythm of the song.
The periwinkle twinkle of the stars,
bring azure notes that echo loud and strong.
And, from the earth, the music sounds bizarre
an antidote to all we think we are,
reminding us they’ve been here all along.
LM
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