The bluest blue is green.
- Marybeth Rua-Larsen
The greenest green expands into an endless interlacing,
a braid of Celtic knotwork in a disappearing network
of tribe on tribe and god on god, a thread there is no tracing.
Your pallor casts a shadow in the darkness of the forest,
where sunlight's climb is steepest, and the moon's a broken mirror.
The whitest white came into being where the shade was deepest.
Black '47 branches out. White Negroes come to town.
Your history's forgotten and the forest's been cut down,
but your hair is blackest black, my love, your eyes are brownest brown.
Rose Kelleher is the author of Bundle o' Tinder (Waywiser, 2008). Her poems have recently appeared in Angle, Rattle, and The Raintown Review.