Purple stands for royalty, nobility, ambition, luxury and power.
Ambition pure in purple rays
squirted by sea creatures in precious gusts.
Noblemen captured it in togas and cloaks,
now paled to inoffensive and little girls.
The rinse of predilection for ladies just over the hill or
tip to toe for Barbie’s dream.
I no longer believe in what the spirit moves.
You smell of her and yet you mock
my small-minded flinching
and bruises.
We’re all just bodies,
veins and sinews,
muscle ache and porous bones,
with long seasons on repeat.
Never the dagger thrust into compliance and flesh.
I am linking this to my beloved dVerse Poets Pub. Although I am no longer behind the bar, I do enjoy popping in every now and then for a visit. Come and join me for some fun poetry and discussions! It will be Open Link Night tonight.
I love this, my favourite colour!
Not mine, I have to admit, although always my favourite in a box of Quality Street.
I really love the different perspectives you take on purple, Marina Sofia. And you even take a look at what it’s meant over time. This is terrific!
Amazing what can come out of some workshop prompts… we had to write about our least favourite colour, but this one has such a noble history!
My favourite colour too… especially when it’s a certain chocolate wrapper😉
I love the richness & depth of your words that evoke such strong imagery despite their brevity. Good job!
Umm, actually, this stems from an exercise in which we had to write about our least favourite colour… I never quite got on with pink or purple. Yet, by the end of the exercise, I began to appreciate it more.
Wow… even more impressed then!
When I was a kid purple was my favorite color. Now it makes me think of flowers as some of my favorite flowers are purple. But so many less beautiful things are purple, like bruises. Peace, Linda
Love the color purple.. but love your poem even more! Exquisite write 😀
Enjoyed your varied perspective on purple, Marina Sofia. Some of your perspectives are very regal and some very human. And yes, we are all just bodies — veins and sinews, so down to earth.
It is indeed a noble color but I have a hard time wearing one ~ I prefer someone wearing it or seeing the colors on flowers and other things ~
love how you play with purple….
I love purple :). Lovely poem! Nice to see you!
Really cool the way you walked us through from nobility and loftiness to basic human themes, Marina. Good to see you 🙂
Oh, how the color purple’s fate has sank so low – from being a mark of royalty to mark of abuse. Well written, Marina.
This certainly describes a variety of ways of thinking about purple. Some stark contrasts.
Purple somehow has that regal feeling around it. Very true Marina!
Hank
the ending moved so quickly, filled with wisdom. i sense a disappointed restlessness. but a truth, nonetheless.
Interesting how purple was once a colour only of royalty, and now it is everywhere. Great piece!
WeLL..
perSonAlly..
any pArt oF red
iS not my favorite
color.. including oh
what makes purple
iN iTs lofty position oF
rainbow hue.. but hmm..
they say iT iS of the highest
oF colorED chakras too.. i prefer
the humbler color(s) as iT never
takes
reaLITy
for granted
more.. a Green
or Blue or other
earth color WiLL
do for Nature grounded
fine for me.. LofY purple
can keep its place bEyOnd sKeYes..:)