It’s in the bloom on the skin
of a plump plum poised to plop,
the fruity sweetness of the drop
of a blackberry’s inky stain,
the smear of jam on a child’s face,
and the smudge in the space
between the rich red of sunset
and the indigo of night.
When the scent of plum has faded
and the world has gone to bed,
purple opulence is crushed
between urgent fingers
and the bruise of a passionate kiss
lingers briefly on lovers’ lips.
Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2018
I based the prompt on a sonnet by a British poet, Sylvia Townsend Warner, entitled ‘To no believable blue I turn my eyes’, which struck me because of its exploration of the colour blue in the first stanza and the emotions expressed in the shorter second stanza.
We are writing new sonnets based on colours of our choice in two stanzas: in the first, we’re exploring the colour and in the second, expressing emotion(s) awakened by the colour.