Here are the blue walls of the blue bedroom
of the Cape Cod cottage by the blue sea--
here is the blue handle of a blue broom
on the floor of the penitentiary.
Here are blue fish in a blue basket
to clean and fry on a blue afternoon--
here is the blue face in a blue casket
and the blue of the ocean and the moon.

Lapis this lonely feeling, slate the sky
Carolina the soft chime on the air--
peacock the pride, azure the things that die;
admiral the clock that takes me unaware--
sapphire this sense of the heavy, the high,
and this indigo poem, like foxfire there.

For the mini-challenge at Real Toads.

It's been brought to my attention that the following song is sung by Katie Malua, not Amy Winehouse. 



Margaret said…
Well I adore Amy Winehouse (a talent gone too soon!) and the poem is beautiful - Really like the use of "here" ... I feel as if you are giving me a tour and sharing your thoughts along the way.
Old Egg said…
How beautiful it was to read this sonnet, and yes I got Amy to sing while I did!
Sioux Roslawski said…
Shay--I loved the words you transformed into verbs in the last stanza. Also, had never heard that Winehouse cover. What a loss that was...
Anmol (HA) said…
Oh, the blues are resplendent in your verse — the many shades and hues carry such images and emotions in them which are at once palpable and arresting.
Loved this bit: "peacock the pride, azure the things that die;/admiral the clock that takes me unaware".
A wonderful read.
Anmol (HA) said…
Oh, I listened to the song and realized that that's not Amy's voice. On further inspection, it came to my understanding that this is a Katie Melua rendition, wrongly attributed to Amy in this YouTube video.
Fireblossom said…
Right you are, it's Katie Malua. Thanks, HA.
Helen said…
Layer upon layer of blue hue, my favorite color. Beautiful sonnet.
Kim M. Russell said…
I agree with Margaret about the use of the word 'here' - as if you are giving me or presenting to me the blue walls of the blue the blue sea. I think it is a van Gogh kind of scene, Shay, but with Picasso's blue period. I love the way that you have used colours as verbs in the second stanza, particularly 'Lapis this lonely feeling (the alliteration makes it feel drunk and lonely) and 'azure the things that die', and that the poem is indigo, 'like foxfire'.
Cloudia said…
Go Go GO! Jazz Woman!!! Go! Associations echo fask like strobing scenes from a railway coach.... clack clack clacka.... GO!
brudberg said…
The contrast of the blue of the ocean, of calm and the stilling of hunger to the casket and blue... (there is a painting by Picasso of that blue head in the coffin that popped into my mind after reading Kim's comment)
Sherry Blue Sky said…
This is so lovely and perfect. I love all of the images, picturing them one by one.
Kerry O'Connor said…
The rhythm and rhyme of this is perfect and you make it seem so effortlessly achieved. Your double approach to the description of blue is inspired.. the repetition in the octave, and then the wonderful array of synonyms in the sestet really made this for me.
a said…
you. are simply the best
annell4 said…
I love your blues and they way you sing them!
Anonymous said…
well m'dear, as a semi-novice "noob" - are you perchance a nun in a blue habit? - it seems to me, you've rocked this sonnet!

I read it the other day and coming back to it again, I just slip into the blue, the repetition of the word itself adds the pacing, followed by the images, and as each one sits within itself, and then begins to walk into the (blue) yonder of the next, you create these slices (of a blue moon) - and then - zing! How immediate and suddenly gripping - like we've been pulled from a blue haze and thrown into, the foxfire ... or firefox ... or something that changes itself into active - it's the most clever and unexpected use of the colour names as verbs that totally "answers" counterpoints the octave. And these images really are superb too!

so yes, bold for the misty, mournful and yet dazzling blues indeed!Awesome.
Yeah, so good this - great pacing in the lines - I liked how the repetition of 'here' ends in the second stanza - almost as if there's enough 'here' in the first to carry through to the very last (which there is). Particularly liked the last line - where the poem kind of vanished in the blue - just leaving a bioluminescent blue in its wake. So good and thanks also for the bluesy vid.
Susie Clevenger said…
I love the blues...You travel through all its shades and bring me along and I sing my blue amen.
tonispencer said…
Blue blue my love is blue...this puts me in mind of that sound of the 60's. The tour you are going us of the and here...showing us each one, pointing out the details one by one. Like Bjorn I think of the painting with the blue head in the coffin. You pace this out and it is slow and deliberate. But using lapis as a verb is pure blue genius

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