You surround me with warmth,

You give my head something soft to lie on.

You wrap me up when I am down,

You are so fierce when I need you around.


From day one you were my soul mate,

From then on we were a pair.

You have always shown your true colors,

Waving your royal flag of destiny.


Oh how charming you are,

Like a flirt of chivalrous demeanor.

Though you may stray away,

I know you’ll never disappear.


Those marks upon his skin,

They take your color up so vividly.

But I know you didn’t put them there,

Your only warning him of his misery.



~H. Mason




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3 Responses to Purple

  1. jm892 says:

    it is about bruises, haha. Not too far.

  2. Rachel says:

    I liked this a lot! The imagery seemed really strong – was the last stanza talking about purple bruises, or am I taking the poem too far?

  3. Lisa says:

    I love this! It’s simple and clean. Purple, royal, chivalry all makes sense. Beautiful.

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