We are blue together.
So blue,
like water.
You run into me,
and I into you.
Our legs form one fence,
standing in the green grass.
Above long posts, our round muscled haunches
float like clouds, billowing in shared sky.
Young, welded together, we’re in the spell
of new love.
As we grow,
weathering storms,
will we part, pulled to untangle?
If so, I’ll remember you
as blue, shining like ice, like diamond,
like the clean shell of a new egg.
I will hold this feeling of us
fitting together, fingers in the same glove,
generating warmth
into our blue world.
Prompt: Start a poem with the line “We are _____ together”, filling in the blank with a color, and see where that takes you.
Marjorie Moorhead is author of Every Small Breeze, as well as three chapbooks, and the forthcoming collection, What I Ask. Her poems are in many journals and sixteen anthologies, to date. Marjorie writes from the river valley border of NH/VT.
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