Blue-and-Gold Macaw Feather
by Pascale Petit
Just a feather on the aviary floor –
I hold it to the light. Sapphire
one side of the shaft, lapis
on the other, like earth’s arc
as it tilts into space.
And the underside, sulphur
as a field of rape, is a palette
where cadmiums roil.
I balance the fallen blade
between thumb and forefinger.
I could paint a world
with this brush, these hues.
Is this how God felt as He drew
His colours across the void?
© Pascale Petit, from Fauverie (Seren Books, 2015)
By kind permission of the poet