Poem from the Color Series: Purple



As delicate as a Lilac, 
This deep color came to be: 
Juiced from the fruits of the sea
And loved by those Children of Fish!

The color of mystical gods, 
And their sharp violet glow -
Causing Holy Blood to flow
To those Kings in robes of purple. 

Yet sacred values loved then lost
Among great symboled systems:
The world in ageless schism
Once life of red and blue combined. 

Now cursed upon the vine to die, 
With their ancient wisdom lost. 
Flesh and bones the only cost
For history draped in crimson. 

-Amber JoAnn