shift of wavelength

Snail shells piled
into cast off mounds.
Discarded
for their soft gelatinous
centers.

The Phoenicians milked
the snails for their slime.
A careful alchemy
of sunlight, water and time.
For the rare bit of purple
they could bring
into ho hum, life.

Ancient dye pots are empty
of the purple rain
we came to stand beneath
in awe.

Life has lifted you,
but elevated us with your talent.
The way you transfixed us,
oh, purple Prince transcending
into ultraviolet.

By c.m. brooks
5-24-2016

 

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~ by christinambrooks on May 24, 2016.

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