Homage

A Poem about a Poem

By Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath BooksPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Blue Haiku // Homage

I shall wear purple

When my hair is blue and fine

Under a red hat

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Inspired by the amazing poem "Warning" by Jenny Joseph, which was the basis of the infamous Red Hat Society.

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About the Creator

Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books

I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. It was high time I started making Prose and Puns a priority, starting with Purple Poetry, Auqredis, and the World of Noyath.

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