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Arlice W Davenport
Poems
Aug 2020
o n l y b l u e
1.
sunlight prisms through beveled glass
aging oak door squeaks open shut
only blue emerges verging on violet
mixing three-alarm-fire red in buckets
spattered with streams of coagulated paint
safely the room turns sea sky
the color of my faulty iris too much
light pours through its torn surface
2.
reality wears no aura or crown only
glare and double imagery to see things
twice is to reap the whirlwind from
my doppelganger to twin oak branches
high above my fertile lawn two is a blue
number prime and insinuating duplicating
the snake in Eden pairs of vipers slither
at my feet vision is performative it acts
out toward what it beholds a shivering
subject defenseless against the label
object hopeless to transform
itself in front of the spying Other
3.
light refracts refracts spreading thin
to bathe the authentic self the true
self the self who will not squint away from
blue who will not pour red into
prisms to alchemize purple most royal
of colors oligarch of hybrid hues
by divine design purple rules the field of vision
before it all things shiver as one
in dual dimensions they recite their
names twice the authentic serf the true serf
4.
backs break under burdens of vision serfs
march double-file into exile their way
draped in regal tunics of purple their way raked clear
of signs of double vision twice color blind
my eyes turn inward away from purple
seeped forever in shades of b l u e
Written by
Arlice W Davenport
M/Kansas
(M/Kansas)
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