Purple, violet, mauve, lavender … these different hues of a single wavelength of colour define my life, and have done since I was a child of 5 choosing a piece of violet silk for my Gran to make a dolls dress from, for me. You only have to look at my interior décor, my garden, my clothes, my business website (Lavender Fields Therapies) and business cards to understand this. It is a spiritual colour – the colour of transformation and inspiration: and also within that definition lies my salvation – hope.
Memories of Violet
A whirling galaxy,
Nebulous gas particle clouds,
Dancing their indecipherable ballet around
An empty, careless, spinning universe
A late evening sky,
With silver lights pinpricking
The transparent liquidity of
The vast heavenly arc.
Soaring mountains reduced to shadows
Shift, and etch a crazy pattern
Of crags, rocky outcrops and forest edges
As earth slowely waltzes into the morning light.
The great Blue Whale, effortlessly
Leaps and arches into the light.
Then eases its great bulk
Between the waves of a purple washed ocean.
His leviathan tail rises up to salute the setting sun,
Which flings its last, defiant rays
Flaming, around the bowed horizon,
Painting two mighty elements, with amethyst hue.
A shining drapiness of fine silk
Moulds to the youthful curves
Of a teenage girl body
On the night of her initiation into adulthood
Sublime aromas of herbs
Fill the summer air, mingling with subtle
Scents of flowers that tumble riotously
In every shade of seventh heaven.
Blackcurrant jam sandwiches
Drip their tart purpleness
Down her child’s sticky chin,
Whilst she sips lavender lemonade
And that same lavender loveliness
Anoints crisp white sheets,
Blessing her disappearing dreams
Of dancing amidst those spinning constellations
Old woman, her time here softly waning
Paints her life in all its violet shades and hues:
The colour of her memories
The colour of her true loves eyes.