green alkanet
why green
when it flowers blue
blue of deepest blue heavens
when its swords stand
flickering blue flames
guarding the trees
there is no way back to Eden
a predicament green denies
bees tell you it is a blue plant
uninterested in green
they float and pulse their haloes
round the petal
pieces of sky
my aunt at eighty-six
is beautiful on the outside and inside
and one of her friends
can tell on their walks
all the birds from their song
you are what you are and
your song is what you sing
are the two great laws
of that small blue thing
you sense is heaven
Tim Mitchell is a retired social work manager living in Dorset. He has had poems published in magazines in England and commended by editors of international journals. He has had poems used in three art exhibitions. and has been asked for poems for weddings and for a celebration of a life. He is preparing a collection, Edges, to be published through Amazon.
Amethyst Review 