Tuesday, February 5, 2013


Purple photo from Flickr by Lady-Ro


Seller of purple
To excess and royalty
Scent of lilac and lavender
Extravagance for all to see

But not the fruit
And not the color
Like no other

Our day-glow
With Lavender
And Lilac
We don’t turn back
Maker, seller—Follower
Of purple linen
A sister—Our kin

© February 5, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

“On the Sabbath we went outside the city gate to the river, where we expected to find a place of prayer. We sat down and began to speak to the women who had gathered there. One of those listening was a woman from the city of Thyatira named Lydia, a dealer in purple cloth. She was a worshiper of God. The Lord opened her heart to respond to Paul’s message. When she and the members of her household were baptized, she invited us to her home. “If you consider me a believer in the Lord,” she said, “come and stay at my house.” And she persuaded us.” –Acts 16:13-15

This poem, Lydia, was submitted on TweetSpeak’s poetry prompt on February’s Purple Rain and Indigo Blues (A Plum-good Poetry Prompt) on TweetSpeak Poetry, offered by Seth Haines here.

This poem will also be submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

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