Blue Gray Lady

Grant Hope #153

Have you ever seen the blue gray lady
the woman that pierces with an eye like the bottom of the ocean
and the other made of glass?

Her skin is as refined as sediment worn from thousands of years of gentle washing
she’s covered in a chest guard of crimson and aubergine
setting and splitting into halves awry and askew from the center
like a butterfly with a tilted wing

Neither ethereal nor some underwater beast
every royal hue erupts from the top of her head
The texture is not like hair or mane
but yarn and ether from which royalty can sow garments with value no human can studiously or in awe ascertain
It flies with purpose like an eagle
it flows naturally like water
floats like wind rising from the ground
no matter which way it blows her face is never shrouded

This unknown magnificence is but jester in the depth of her court
concealing the wild and unknown depths of what she sees and knows
her speech is like that of a dolphin with a language mystifying every master of latent linguistics and personified prose

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