Echoes of Brilliant Blue

As the blue bird called me to the pink ship I then lived on an island with dry sands I wasn't in a mood to let the chance slip Looking at the crimson waves of warm life I wished to taste the salt of human strife In dazzling dance of swimming feet and hands The sweet sounds of murmur from lip to lip Answering the blue call I swam with joy Normally I don't love the rising sea But the brilliant blue birds that never cloy Made me tipsy with their crispy stories Making them my life long green memories With them I got lost with a bursting glee An absolute ecstasy, no alloy 24 August, 2018 Rhyme Time 6 - Verses of Metaphors Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Laura Loo