Purple
By Liliana Hart-Beck
Purple is the ripe fruit on
the grape vine in Autumn,
a masquerade mask
covering a woman’s face.
Purple is the European skyline at twilight.
Purple is a paint sample for a customer,
the horizon behind the towers,
the industrial lighting of a disco ball.
Purple is the sky behind a picturesque castle,
the embroidery on a king’s cloak or a queen’s dress.
Purple is a cloth sample,
the nighttime waters of the Thames,
a glittering jewel.
Purple is the potent wine
that honors the bold,
the rich music that paints the wind.
Purple is the petite flowers of early Autumn,
the ripe, color-filled tomatoes in a garden.
Purple is the volleyball we use outside,
the indigo of a friend’s shoes,
the sweet smelling lavender that is so beloved.
Purple is the icy tundra in winter.
Liliana Hart-Beck is a Liberty Bell Junior High School student
7/1/2013
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