purple is the sky (20161108)

wine-colored sky
[or maybe eggplant]
hard to to pin down
as it wheels about
cut to ribbons by old stars
by new moons
smeared with clouds
like a car window
fogged with a child’s breath
amazed at the power
of her own lungs

in the new cold
we strain to hear
crickets of the fall
as we stare into
a darkened eye
that covers us, a dome
like a bruise turned
inside out


as everything turns grey
writing prompts by J.R.Rogue and Kat Savage
6. Purple is the Sky