Ultramarine
for Philip Archer
Looking for the perfect blue,
water to swim in, not through,
to fill his sea, his massive bowl
of hand-thick bronze which should hold
more than light (its dozen
compass-pointing bearer oxen
braced in constant expectation)
Solomon scoured every nation
for a colour that was right.
Now and then he would catch sight
of utter blue as he bent down
in some remote spice-scented town
to wash a day’s heat from his face,
but when he moved the dish – no trace.
If water needed autumn’s slant,
the market traders’ daylong chant
a smell of orange, sandalwood
elusive as the blue in blood
then he would reproduce it all –
and this was wisdom. Some would call
it waste, a bad example;
some will never build a temple.
(with thanks to Michael Symmons Roberts)
Anthony Wilson 
Perhaps fanciful of me, but this makes me think of the many gorgeous shades of blue in which Mary is often shown, to ‘hold more than light’, to hold the Light of the world Himself?
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What a great observation. Thank you so much. I hadn’t seen that connection. I am so pleased you took the time to say so. Good wishes, Anthony
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