(picture, my own)I discovered this beautiful poem over the course of many pages... in the Anthropologie clothing catalogue. It has such incredible words that conjured up all kinds of images from my travels in India... so I wanted to share. Hope everyone is having a fab week! Enjoy xoxo
I have discovered a new order to the spectrum
It goes like this: henna, marigold, saffron, aloe, lapis indigo orchid.
Here I am an outlaw
an adventurer striding toward the outer reaches
of awe the edges of every colour. I wring out
each shade until laughing I invent new ones.
There is something I have seen or only dreamed
In a sun hushed alley shifting beams of memory
Honey the shadowed street tatters of whispers
Dark& spice wafted the burnish of ancient wonder
Still gilds the arched pathway echoing now
With the tender hooves of a young lost goat.
The universe diverges here. I go home
Remembering. I stay forever. I see.
What they have seen. They have tasted the spices
I hold in my mouth. In muted observance
In a palace built for a favourite queen
In the cheerful dishevelment of colour. I am.
Here the shade and sun love me equally
I fill a palm with green cardamom
I bend toward a heap of tea leaves
Crushing tangible memories between
My fingers releasing a rush of recollection
Rich as living. always mine. Always mine.