Sitting on a wooden bench in the mid-afternoon stillness, I pull out my journal and pen to write of the brilliant blue around me, the space I’m in.
Dancing on a Bayou Breeze
Blue waters rippling off the lake
clouds hang low, stitched across the azure sky
the bridge stretching across her gentle waves.
In the distance, a steady stream of cars crossing her depths
to the city of lights, colour, jazz
dragonflies flit by, swarming in figure eight patterns, quick-winged
leaves rustle in the wind, willows sway in hot August air.
Indigo summer dancing on a bayou breeze
tiny droplets of cool rain tickling my eyelids
inhaling the smell of freshly mown grass
listening to tiny chirps of birdsong in the trees
the creaking of a swing behind me
voices and laughter, sprinkled on air
dappled like the sunlight
on my skin.
Written in response to poetry prompt @Dverse Poets Pub: Poetics, Breathing in Blue. For this week’s Poetics, I want you to do just that: look up, breathe in some blue, and breathe out a poem. Ponder the hue itself (indigo, turquoise, cerulean, cobalt, aquamarine, sapphire, azure, slate) for a bit, then write.
I loved the given phrase “Indigo summer on a bayou breeze'” — and so, it found its way into my Louisiana Lakefront poem — with a little dance added in. Thanks for reading my breath of blue, my dance on the bayou breeze. Here’s a short video of this beautiful space that I took after I wrote today. Thanks for visiting, reading and watching.