MICROPOETRY
An adamantine blue
Published in
Mar 6, 2024
Backward we traveled to reclaim the day
Before we fell, like Icarus, undone;
All we find are altars in decay
And profane words scrawled black across the sun.”
- Sylvia Plath -From the poem “Doom of the Exiles”, written 16 April 1954
Forget me not blue,
blue as an Alaskan blueberry,
that blue, I was.
Endurance is a flower,
a bulb in winter’s depth,
a rare-repeated wonder:
a sin we must forget.
In this-world-of-my-creation,
in this world-of-make-believe:
cancer, the death of children,
are falling autumn leaves.
I see a road before me,
a road I walk in vain,
a road through Trawden, Lancashire
a road that’s not the same.
All roads lead to heaven,
and all roads lead to you,
but all these roads are empty
of eyes of deepest-blue.
