The Color Purple


There was a crystalline vase
Transparent around the edges
Allowing light through, holding alfalfa blooms
And it stood on top of the fireplace
Embellishing purple flames

And throughout the night
The fires burnt as firewood and fleshwood
Hearts were like ripened blood oranges
Pumping out anthocyanins

And by morning
The sun rose through the lavender curtain
And the alfalfa blooms were still moist and fresh
Unlike our bodies, which were now extinguished joints
Holding traces of purple marijuana

And it was simple – this love story

Blue and red crashing throughout the night
To be purple by dawn


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s