Viking Call

Upper Merion High's Student Newspaper


The Meaning of Indigo

Ten lilacs blissfully in a daze. 

Breathe in, breathe out. 

Light clouds my eyes, 

And through a thick haze

Forms a glade before an alder canvas

Of woodland pear trees 

And flouncing daffodils. 

Nine clouds stroll on a periwinkle breeze. 

Breathe in, breathe out. 

The gentle calling of the bluebird

Echoing in the depths of my breast

As I lay amongst the Bloodroot’s bed, 

Painting the meadow against my hand, 

Hoping its beauty will etch my skin

And grant me the pleasure 

Of being one with its artistry. 

Eight lilies lament fallen blossoms. 

Breathe in, breathe out. 

I look before me 

As she flies in her colors of blues and whites, 

Shading the earth beneath her. 

I stand an follow as my body floats away, 

And listen to a gentle hum. 

Seven rays of sun fraternizing with dawn’s bewitching embrace. 

Breathe in, breathe out. 

Gently each number slips from my mind’s mouth, 

Like lead pouring into cracked glass. 

A soft wind leaving its sheath,

Breaching through the hem of my skirt,

And grazing the nape of my neck. 

It’s cold fingers tenderly clasping my lungs. 

Six finches whistling to the northern skies.  

Breathe in, breathe out. 

Quaking between the warm embrace

Of the Dogwood tree, 

Her ornament branches beckoning me

To follow her. 

She asks me prowl through her garden 

And search for Indigo. 

Five leaves flutter above fall’s desolate forest bed. 

Four golden droplets fall from the vexing mist. 

Three darling voices crying out for Indigo. 

Two rosebuds tickle the tip of my nose. 

One final breath of illusory at last. 

I am awake. 


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