Lilac
I stop short of being blue
or true
And I cannot brave the excesses of red.
So, I’m lilac.
Mixed up, flowery, almost
pedestrian…
I lie twisted between
the weight of purple and the fragility of mauve.
I am lilac.
Annie Zaidi
Read at Manisha’s, October 9th
Labels: poetry
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