by Jarrah L. Barton
Tell me, Iris, Did you know we would Meet like this? I watched as the car pulled Up the Cobalt Blue Drive. Funny how things Are blue in the dark Without my glasses I imagine your Blue Irises As I watch you From across the fire pit The warm hues Colliding with the blue Of the night on your beautiful Smiling Face. I wish I knew What to say. I wish I had a new Poem For every time I wanted To speak with you Oh, Iris I’m so blue. Jarrah L. Barton is a Meanjin-based poet who has released two self-published zines of poetry. She is a queer transgender woman who also writes fantasy and sci-fi novels with queer and gender diverse characters.
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