Poem of the week: Blue Field by Lavinia Greenlaw | Poetry
Blue FieldA flood as the day releasesand the whole snow worldis neither wet nor deep, but primary.Colour so inherent, it does not fallbut rises from my skin,the snow, the trees, the road.This blue isn’t built or grown.It has no tissue, nothingto touch or taste or bring to minda memory, no iris or artery,no gentian, aconite or anemone,no slate, plum, oil-spill or gun,no titanium or turquoise,no mercury or magnesium,no phosphorous, sapphire or silver foil,no duck egg or milk jug,no chambray, denim or navy,no indigo, octopus…