I Spill

Endless blue skies, with heat, water shortage, and I can only write
about blue … and more blue …


royal blue words
as soprano rises cerulean            

falls below navy blue
arcs up then beyond
through aquamarine
turquoise    cobalt

shades of passion
blending as swiftly
as the flow of tides
that wash depression
into a cyan heaven
where laughter thrills
in the clash of sapphires


my scans - after 18 112 coverTo Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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2 Responses to I Spill

  1. Francine says:

    Lovely, well described.

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