Written for Paul Brookes' ekphrastic challenge - one poem a day in April 2021.
Ethereal Blue
My dreams are blue. My nightmares are blue.
Wherein I am locked in a blue room with muslin
walls. The floor is water and I enter without splashing.
I breathe in and blueness enters my lungs, turns
my tongue and blood to blue.
Tim Fellows 2021
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