Between Realms In this place of skylarks & kestrels, where earth & sea meet the sky Campanula grows in a crag, awaiting silver-winged blue butterflies. Wingbeats pause in devotion, soft-bowing beacons of the sea-salt air Basalt cliffs become altars, geological psalters for every hymn & storm-beaten prayer. Did the ancients know of bellflower blue, when they wrote of their sapphire skies? Of silver-winged cerulean, akin to the artist’s hue yet more a quality of being (earthly & divine)? A collective luminosity, where meets both mortal & immortal eye— The Heart glow, Earth’s ultramarine mind.
Jenevieve Carlyn Hughes teaches humanities for university students. Her poetry has recently appeared in Northern New England Review’s special edition, Front/Lines: Pandemic Perspectives, as well as Braided Way Magazine, Autumn Sky Poetry, and the Connecticut River Review. She enjoys birdwatching, rarely with binoculars. Follow her on Instagram @sea_thistle.