Blue colour

ancients called it the black dog
hanging on a sheep’s rump
slavering brazen eyed
any chance it got
a humping

is primary
now on the wheel
howling as it turns, turns
swirling on a pin like the sky
the ocean’s trenches diving into
someplace else a pool beneath a tree

inside a painted house a hanging door
blue in daub dab on mirror frame
swinging window sky inside
digging up from under
black dog bites

Sarah St Vincent Welch


Sarah St Vincent Welch is a Canberra based writer, poet and image maker. Her chapbook Open is forthcoming (Rochford St Press 2018).

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