Evening spills wine from
the sun’s vineyard in purple haze
across the western sky.
The mulberry robe of queens
gathers the last threads of daylight
and walks regally into the stars.
I think of my own birthstone, February’s amethyst,
as the moon appears on her throne, and wonder
how the universe chose me to wear its healing stone
when I am the fractured bone of many resurrections.
Oh, there is so much to question, and so little to truly understand.
I am a Pisces swimming in purple trusting I’ll find a way
to rise where I fall.
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'The mulberry robe of queens
gathers the last threads of daylight
and walks regally into the stars'.
how the universe chose me to wear its healing stone
when I am the fractured bone of many resurrections
These lines really go to the heart of your sonnet. They really touched me.
[perhaps the very reason is that to be a true healer, one has to have been fractured and resurrected so many times .... ]
fantastic poem and well, questions unanswered for sure, but Pisces tend to swim in their own streams and never stop dreaming, and carrying on, in their own determined and regenerating ways.
I love how you took the image of amethyst and created an emotive narration around it.
"...when I am the fractured bone of many resurrections": Wonderful!
-HA
This pisces wants to swim around in circles and splash through this whole poem. It's so inviting!