OLD FRIENDS aka THE MAVENS
Since I was away for Poetry Friday, I’m posting a poem today in honor of Meg and Hugh, the newlyweds.
Colors Passing through Us
by Marge Piercy
Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh.
Every day I will give you a color,
like a new flower in a bud vase
on your desk. Every day
I will paint you, as women
color each other with henna
on hands and on feet.
Red as henna, as cinnamon,
as coals after the fire is banked,
the cardinal in the feeder,
the roses tumbling on the arbor
their weight bending the wood
the red of the syrup I make from petals.
You can read the rest of the poem here.
BTW, my husband and I will celebrate our 40th anniversary in July!
Mike & Me