Iridescence
Of carnival glass
Sky turning from dusk to dark
Iris colors blending when
The eye carries a tear
Colors when they coalesce
Cannot make up their mind(s)
Which color might win
And not one color has to
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In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.
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April 29, 2016 at 7:27 am
Ooooh!! What a lovely lovely poem about another mystery of light. 🙂
April 29, 2016 at 2:46 pm
I’m happy for your response, Rosema. My sister collects and sells carnival glass, and we were talking the other day about what a lovely word iridescence is. As you say, it is a mystery.