Indigo

Indigo

A Poem by Honestly, Abe

The poet’s pen bursts
Tucking sky into the darkest
Indigo she’s ever seen              and
She’s never been more captivated
More spell-
Bound than now
At how her eyes strain to make sense
Of every scin-
Tillating speck of star
Of the screaming moon              and
How the crisp air nips
Sharply against forgiving skin
Even as if to push her back
To an old rose-fingered dawn

But she’s seen the gods play              and
Then indigo night
Tucks her down
Into his velvet pocket.

© 2012 Honestly, Abe


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This is one of my favorite pieces ever, I'm stunned. I literally don't know what to say besides, "Wow! Keep it up!" I think I have found a favorite. Love this piece!

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Added on April 15, 2012
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Tags: indigo, gods, night, stars, moon, skin, cold, air

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Honestly, Abe
Honestly, Abe

Southern, CA



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