What colour his heart...?
By Kate Noble
What colour his heart…can its core thrum sincerity
touched by grace-sourced perfume, pulse-point of eternity?
Will it recant in deafening silence of peak-white green mountains
yet same-time melt puce-pink baby’s cheek-tear to ether?
Can it roar soundless injustice for marooned voiceless
still hush-weep unbound at febrile beauty sourced of molecule mote?
Recoil burning glow-ochre at all before rendered asunder
Whilst it clutches conciliation breast-close in warmest embrace?
Feel fast red-hot agony in fracturing failure
yet whisper infinity’s sky-blues notes woven through fibrous peace?
Does it concede musky times past, same-time sprint blind-white
head-long to unknowns, safe rooted in a neutral now?
And knows his bosom, so to aspire tinted fruitless,
when heart-beat’s second bestows all such limitless hues?
Kate Noble's creative writing shares time with singing engagements. Her professional life in disability advocacy has led to her keen interest in social justice, women’s issues, mental health and well-being, together with an interest in liminal spiritual and ‘thin' spaces. Read more – waking the mind whilst touching the soul – in The Writer’s Journal, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Basilisk Tree, Linked Verse from Laughing Ronin Press, Ballast Journal and The Journal of Undiscovered Poets. She is 58 years of age, living northern England, UK