1. Home
  2. Poetry Magazine
  3. Poems
  4. Bone and Hue by Olivia Clare
Bone and Hue

Related Poem Content Details

There was a young woman
who lived in her shoes.

Bare-backed, she sat
with elders and sheened
her nails with sloe.

Felt purse, trunk,
berries in bottled gin.

Smoke rose
from the purples of the ground.

Moscow maybe next, or
Poland, where the numbers burned.

Purples of the mosses turned.
Some million shades.
Six million more.

Purples of the mosses,
and all the millions, blue.

She had so many lives,
she didn’t know what to do.

Source: Poetry (November 2011)
  • Search every issue of Poetry

Your results will be limited to content that appeared in Poetry magazine. Search the whole site

Bone and Hue

Related Poem Content Details

  • Search every issue of Poetry

Your results will be limited to content that appeared in Poetry magazine. Search the whole site

Other Information