Between Realms
In this place of skylarks and kestrels,
where earth and sea meet the sky,
Campanula grows in a crag, awaiting
silver-winged butterflies.
Wingbeats pause in devotion,
soft-bowing beacons of the sea-salt air
as cliffs become altars; bellflowers, psalters
for each hymn & storm-beaten prayer.
Did the ancients know of this blue,
when they wrote of their sapphire skies?
Or silver-winged cerulean: the artist’s hue,
yet more a quality of being, earthly & divine?
A collective luminosity, where meets
mortal and immortal eye:
The heart-glow,
Earth’s ultramarine mind.
Published in Amethyst Review: New Writing Engaging with the Sacred, March 2021.
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