Indigo gets no respect.
The forgotten hue that moves
blue between violet:
Light attenuates with depth
so through the ocean
the photons
s
l
i
d
e
from the crimson clownfish flitting at the surface
to the purple stars in the benthic:
it is a rare creature that dwells
blue
between
violet,
in
indigo.
And much like a rare s t r e t c h
of collapsed time:
an hour of Wednesday morning
or a minute of Sunday twilight
so too will a rare electric mind dwell there,
flanking between the liminal and
the evergreen
of blues and violets
in
indigo,
not staring back into mirrored
cerulean eyes,
a shade not reflected or brooded
(a shade not like sterile light blue, shining science through hospital corridors, mental patients singing songs in Russian, Italian)
a sadness that takes on a coat of another color
and chooses not to look at itself
or the red, orange, yellow, green creatures
that walk around on their two legs
not even contemplating indigo.
About the Creator
Kate Kastelberg
-cottage-core meets adventure
-revels in nature, mystery and the fantastical
-avoids baleful gaze of various eldritch terrors
-your Village Witch before it was cool
-under command of cats and owls
-let’s take a Time Machine back to the 90s
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Comments (8)
A gorgeous ode to the color, and quite surreal it its diction, images, and perspective. Quite stunning. I want to take a quote, but I fear I'll take the whole thing! I did learn a new word: benthic (benthos) and you used it to great effect here. I applaud you! This took skill to create. My favorite (interrupted) bits: "much like a rare s t r e t c h of collapsed time... "...so too will a rare electric mind dwell there, flanking between the liminal and the evergreen of blues and violets"
This is wonderful, so well done.
What a deep and evocative poem! Well done!
what an awesome way to describe the falling evening. Just to make you smile, I am an avid angler belonging to a club of fellow (and female) anglers. We call that time, "Dark 30"
Beautiful poem! You did such a wonderful job describing its presence in those “between spaces”! 💫
Really lovely poetry. Deep and reflexive.
https://vocal.media/writers/lust-for-words-3 I included you in this week’s article ❤️✨
This is beautiful ✨🤍