Ultraviolet

 

Dandelions on fire

Fireworks

Disorderly, beautiful

LOUD!

Lingual

I am created creative

Ultra color

Ultra organized and a little disorganized

Ultraviolet

Yes

I am ultraviolet

Light being light

And dawn being dawn

We rise to meet ourselves

My fairy, my very essence coalescing into my body in the winter in Chicago in 1975

My mom conjuring it all with every piece of her turquoise jewelry on and false eyelashes hanging on by a thread

Sweating and wailing

My birth

Brought me here to 42

Telling it to you, whoever you might be

that I’m freezing, not sweating at all in the Florida summer sun

It’s been a cold, hard world these last few years

Hurting and arthritic now

Not bending as we used to

Not like when I whisped down to greet everyone

1975

It’s there, the magic, sometimes I feel it

Bolt of blue, bolts from you

Ultraviolet

Steaming and on fire

When it took down the tree it ricocheted

Bolts exploding, shaking me even as I watched it from the glass, a conductor

Stop the show!

Where’s the conductor?

I shout back up to the sky

Send it back from whence it came

Half of it came from the ground, but I want a refund

I want to send it back

Fine, half and half, send it back up and down

Hell, if I care

It’s a hell of an attack on a good little soldier

A little girl soldier blue

Marching to the beat of a conundrum

Wondering what was

And today, losing her care in what will be

Set a goal

May it turn into shoals

And flitter into the realms of deep

Deep blue

Where it’s still

Quietest of quiets

Deepest blue

Ultramarine

Ultra weep of the deep

Exploding into ultraviolet

 

 

Copyright © 2018 Camille Elizabeth – 22 spheres ephemera

Featured art: Cloud watching with Mom by: Copyright © 2018 Camille Elizabeth – 22 spheres ephemera