Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Purpure

I wish
I could smear violet
or indigo
across your lips
without someone
rigged as a poet
brandishing rags
that reek of pear drops
scrubbing my daubery
from your face
whilst screaming
certain shades of purple
are taboo.
Plump for synonyms
or succedanea
like mulberry, murrey
and other ersatz
woads of register
they howl
blind to the fact
that every livid tint
fingered on your face
is scraped
from melting stars
leaving soft
iron embolisms
occluding the lumen
of my dreams.
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22 comments:

  1. Sage Ravenwood31 January 2012 at 09:18

    "iron embolisms
    occluding the lumen
    of my dreams"

    What a gorgeous ending! Beautifully written, with a touch of haunting surrealism. (Hugs)Indigo

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  2. Peter Wilkin31 January 2012 at 09:33

    Thank you, Indigo, for such lovely comments. A happy coincidence that one of my words mirrors your name & that the whole piece is pitched around the colour purple. So pleased that you connected with my poem x

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  3. Louise31 January 2012 at 09:41

    Wow ~ intense, deep & really beautiful....just gorgeous, Peter xo

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  4. Anonymous31 January 2012 at 10:43

    So why do I feel beautifully bruised after reading this? And it's okay. Even "livid" and "embolism" are lovely here. This is a love poem to someone and the color purple. Certainly not lacy or the usual purple passion...but brutally kissed and left with purpure. Original, and pretty powerful. Let me catch my breath. x

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  5. Peter Wilkin31 January 2012 at 12:28

    Thank you so much Louise for such a lovely comment ~ really pleased you like it x

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  6. Peter Wilkin31 January 2012 at 12:31

    Hi Jacquie ~ it is indeed a love poem first & foremost. And I love your comments ~ really grateful, thank you ever so much x

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  7. The Linnet31 January 2012 at 14:27

    A utterly beautiful love poem for the lady who loves purple I suspect.

    Stunning poem, I must go get my dictionary again.

    Abi :)

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  8. Quirina1 February 2012 at 03:10

    The title of the poem is already intriguing in itself. Purpure. I needed my special Peter Wilkin dictionary again. It sounds like 'purple' and 'pure' and 'purr' all in one. A beautiful and passionate poem.

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  9. Joseph Hesch1 February 2012 at 03:29

    Peter, you're one of those people who always makes me feel smarter after I talk and listen to them, like I'm drawing wisdom off them through some glorious spiritual osmosis.

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  10. Peter Wilkin1 February 2012 at 04:47

    Lol ~ thanks ever so much Abi ~ it is a purple-coated love poem with some personal frustrations wrapped up tightly inside it. So pleased you like it :)

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  11. Peter Wilkin1 February 2012 at 04:49

    Thank you sincerely Quirina ~ I wanted a title that would carry the poem but I didn't want to call it 'purple'. I stumbled upon the word 'purpure' & immediately knew it was the 'right' word.

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  12. Peter Wilkin1 February 2012 at 04:54

    Hi Joe ~ what a fascinating comment you've left for me ~ thank you ever so much. I guess my poem percolated into your being in some way? As I read your comment I felt a definite connection with you, too ~ looks like our spiritual solutions have merged and found the same level on this one ~*

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  13. Anonymous1 February 2012 at 06:24

    "every livid tint, fingered on your face, is scraped, from melting stars" absolutely stunning, Peter. I feel I've just bathed in the intensity of your indigo light. Truly a sumptuous poem. I am, as always, staggered by your poetic skills.

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  14. Peter Wilkin1 February 2012 at 07:03

    Dear Heidi ~ & here I sit bathed in the intensity of your wondrous feedback. Thank you so very, very much ~ I really do appreciate & value your lovely comments :)

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  15. Jo-Anne Teal (jtvancouver)1 February 2012 at 12:51

    Beautiful, sensual, delicious! I shall be saying "every livid tint" over and over to myself - and smiling.

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  16. Peter Wilkin1 February 2012 at 14:42

    Hi Jo-Anne ~ thank you ever so much for stopping by & leaving such lovely comments. Really pleased that you enjoyed my poem :)

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  17. Anonymous1 February 2012 at 23:04

    This is superb - I felt the indigo light and the purple - the ending blew me away and I adored the play of "other ersatz woads of register"...

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  18. Peter Wilkin2 February 2012 at 01:48

    Thank you for such wonderful feedback Marousia. I read something recently about the various shades of purple being 'overused' in poetry ... so, wrapped up in a love poem for someone who adores all things purple is my protest against such a purpled embargo. Whilst writing the poem deeper issues surfaced that seemed to guide my 'pen' in a particular direction towards the poem's ending. Sincere thanks once again for your lovely comments :)

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  19. thePrimate6 February 2012 at 18:15

    The echoey slide from mulberry to murrey the "scrubbing my daubery" are touches which make me very jealous :-)

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  20. Peter Wilkin7 February 2012 at 05:32

    Hello Primate ~ whoever you are ~ & thank you so much for reading 'Purpure' & leaving such lovely comments. Very much appreciated :)

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  21. thePrimate25 February 2012 at 14:31

    Sorry for the old blog link above but for some reason blogger isn't letting me use my Wordpress ID... My names Brian Carlin, psyche nurse like yourself, and I hang from the trees of my Big Ape Diary on Wordpress these days, hope to see you there, and hopefully I can figure why this iPad isn't letting me use the ID on your site :-(

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  22. Anonymous3 March 2012 at 20:53

    Very much enjoyed the complexity of tones here, Peter. Access to the richness of your woads has been a pleasure. Terrific language choices ... for sound as much as meaning, kept me hooked from start to finish.

    This made me laugh:

    mulberry, murrey
    and other ersatz
    woads of register .. still smiling :)

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