Majesty

A poem

It traps me,
The essorant imperial
Spectral, wrapped about
The shoulders of nobility-

It surprises me,
The true color
Of blood before
It kisses oxygen

I trust the Crown
When he wears it
His heart in purple,
He’ll fight for the land
In honor

I was angered once
when they colored
My ketchup violet.
My purple doesn’t
exist as a viscous liquid
I squirt on fries

The quiddity of purple
Is its birth, I respect it
As the product of
Power and justice
I honor it as majestic

©ericajean

*Poem based on a prompt about my favorite color, — originally posted on Miraquill