Vespers Blue

Mourning in black became a symbol
of beauty in blue.
A study of azure morning reflection
across contemplation.
Colour washed in elegant renaissance
of matriarchal memories.
They would not die, but haunt a vespers
age of blue impressions
across the canvas
of her World.

Tony Hunter

If you've any comments on his poem, Tony Hunter would be pleased to hear from you.

Picture by Peggy Meeks-King