Indigo was born when a church steeple shed its skin
And the remnants fell to kiss the new green grass.
She lives in a flower field on the open pages of a novel
and when she’s hungry, she pulls syntax off the paper
for a snack. A baby bird lives in her pocket and she
lines his nest with Luna moth wings and back blue jean
pockets. Sometimes she lays her head on the ground
to listen to the ants singing opera in ringing soprano
while they dig their tunnels. The queen sings at sundown.
When Indigo’s in need of lovin’ she makes a man out of
wrought-iron gates and golden stallion’s manes.
She likes to push dandelion fluff into bee hives so the
Workers have something to rest on when they’re tired.
When she sees something pretty, she puts it on the tip
of her tongue and calls it electric. Now and then she’s
busy in some other world and she puts up a sign that
says, “Be back later- looking for the Electrics.”
Elyse Russell is a newcomer to the publishing scene in 2021, and enjoys working on short stories, poetry, and graphic novel scripts. She loves naps and cheese. Follow her on Twitter @ElyseRussell13 (BraveLittleTeapotThoughts).