Face it, nothing here will be sharper, clearer.
There’s no better brighter waiting below.
Blue (or amethyst, say) has been rhapsodied away. Post-everything,
blue’s a pantone code, a filter on a sub-pixel flickering.
Besides, what do I mean when I write (for example)
of the new holland honeyeater atop the laurel
surveying the early blue – loudly tchilk tchilk pseet –
yellow-winged boldly streak black ‘n white tail to beak?
Had I the gift, this particular bird I’d write, so you too
(in your russet, saffron, day-glo or ‘believable’ blue)
would smile at the pugnacious way
of a tiny bird first up checking the day.
The surfers are blind in this bright monochrome
but still they sense the energy, a way off but coming on.
Image: by Patrick_K59 [CC BY 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons (detail). A sonnet for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where Kim is hosting and asks us to write on a colour of our choice. And here’s some more on the bird – one of the first ‘(re)named’ by Joseph Banks back on the Endeavour expedition in 1770. Of course, the bird had been know to the First Australians for thousands of years and was called by many names – including Jingee, in Western Australia. And here’s Miles with another kind of blue