A Blue Offering

Ask yourself this: what's the colour of a jacaranda in bloom?

A kind of blue, some would say.

A mauve prison, he would explain.

Blue was a pause born in the shadows of a marvellous scandal.

A pretty shade of despair.

A flicker of danger before the flame.

He discarded youthful things to make more time for sleep.

Blue is not a number, he said, but a note.

A fret slide. A flat five.

His hands became maps: patterns of rearranged concepts.

Blue is an electronic city, he said, and a grassy knoll.

Blue is a structure, crystallised and melting.

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Stevi-Lee Alver is an Australian writer and tattoo artist. She lives in the middle of Brazil with her wife. She loves bush walks and waterfalls but misses the ocean.

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