L’Heure Bleu

L’Heure Bleu

They ask me another name
for the l’heure bleu, and all I can think of
are yellow squares, kitchen framed
by eventide, those windows
where women work–

and through the yellow, beams
of door jamb, a chintz
of suds, dish rag, stretch-marked
cupped wells of coffee–the dark sides
of too many moons, or canyons
of a more distilled amber (burning
as it goes down)–
eyes flecked
with dab, veins rooting legs
before a sink–

I don’t mean to make it sound ugly–that gold glimmer as beautiful as
cake, luminous as
honey comb, and in the blue-black backdrop,
moths shimmer/flap
against sheened

and in the putting it all away,
one more helping,

TV greys elsewheres
but there a rose will smell as sweet even painted
dripping Dawn–

no fear

no fear

Draft poem for Real Toads Open Platform hosted by Marian.  The l’heure bleu is the blue hour- a time of dusk/evening that is exactly what it sounds like.   Painting is one of mine; watercolor with windows added through iphone app. (Ha.)  All rights reserved.   

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8 Comments on “L’Heure Bleu”

  1. Marian Says:

    Oh! Love this. Those kitchen lights surely attract them. I relate, being a kitchen-dweller myself. 🙂

  2. Mama Zen Says:

    This is truly exquisite, K.

  3. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    This is a most brilliantly poised poem.. the tension is in the viewpoint of the outside looking in on scenes known yet unknowable. The whole is painterly, and introspective.

  4. Sherry Marr Says:

    LOVE your blue painting with its yellow windows. And I really enjoyed the glimpse through the kitchen windows “where women work”. I have spent a lifetime peeping through windows, imagining the lives and stories inside. A beautiful poem.

  5. Rosemary Nissen-Wade Says:

    Powerful and beautiful.

  6. hedgewitch Says:

    An hour where day meets night; for most women, not even the end of the day’s work, but a marker, perhaps, of what to appreciate about what has been done, and a looking forward to that peace that comes with exhaustion and purposes met–beautifully lyric and descriptive as well as evocative, k. I feel I have stood at the window looking out(and back in) many times.

  7. So beautiful and very atmospheric

    Greetings from London.

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