Color Poem--Indigo--National Poetry Month

These don't seem that indigo to me. It's rare to find true indigo. That's why I love it.

On this last day of National Poetry Month, I'm going to do a color poem. If you want to know how to do this particular form, go here. Otherwise, here's my poem:

Probably not Pluto, but to me Pluto will always be a planet, just as Indigo should always belong to the color spectrum. Besides, you don't know what Pluto looks like.

INDIGO

Indigo is mystery; rare and difficult to find

Like Pluto on the outer edge, a pirate planet waiting to embark in shenanigans.

Like the sky just before the stars send sparks through the velvety night.

As comfy as an old pair of jeans with a new-found hundred dollar bill in the pocket.

Just a l'il bit of Heaven on earth right here.

 © 2017 by H. Linn Murphy