Purple

I smell no Jasmines, Daisies or Geraniums this Summer Nor my soul desires an ancient amphora Crimson riddles my skin My mind is an Amethyst. An Amaranth a fixed star; an amulet To which my neurons ebb and flow. Purple radiates in shades Violet Veins. My palpitations are magenta. My heart is a deeper shade of purple. This summer. Like a wound under a microscope. I long to plot the anelemma of my thoughts Protons in blue and electrons in amber. Yet purple dominates my neurons like a clumsily drawn tube map. In my mind, a soft ray of violet makes a lemniscate Other colours, smells and senses, an oblivion await. * This is an exercise in one colour :) Certificate U Poem