Out of Azure
Relinquish the sponge, I urge her.
No need to imperil fingers to pruning,
Not since Josephine Cochran
Showcased her mechanical dishwasher
At the 1893 Columbian Exposition.
But Joanne beams shyly, whispering,
"I've never washed a blue plate before."
Something inside me
Startles and cracks at her admission
Eyes filtering sudden cerulean
Inexplicable cobalt glories
As the scratched disc of glass
Cradled in her worn palms shifts
Into a jeweled shard of midnight—
A showcase of sapphirine skies.
YOU ARE READING
Prickmedainty Poetry
PoetryFor all those who broke their glass slipper and still search for stars in the shards.
