PURPLE

PURPLE

I never had a purple thing

Never owned a one

But always admired it on you,

My aunt and cousin too.

Then all at once at 48

Or maybe 53

A pair of purple scissors

Jumped off the shelf at me.

Purple, purple who are you?

Stuck tight mid red and blue

Purple, purple what are you?

You’re naught without those two

There’s something about this color

I can’t quite understand

Like why it’s part of royalty

And deity combined?

Is it because it’s posh or smart?

Or ‘cause it’s slightly cold?

What makes a robe a fancy thing,

The color or the gold?

I never stopped to think about

A color’s qualities

The thing that makes it pop just so

When dull or bright or jolly. 

The Kings of sunny climes I know

Wear yellow, orange, green.

Yet those of colder countries

In those colors won’t be seen.

It isn’t an exciting color

Like pink, or red or yellow

It’s smooth and soft and comforting

In fact seems quite mellow.

I’m reading about a woman

Who sees and hears in color

And my daughter, Tanya, bless her heart

Can see colors of a color.

I’m hoping you might help me now

I’m baffled beyond belief

I now have a mass of brand new things

In purple in my life!

Why purple? Why not blue or red?

Why purple and not green?

Am I changing all that much these days?

Attracting it unseen?

Cold I’m not, nor priest or king

Nor close to 87

So tell me purple what’s the deal?

Why now and not at 11?