Azurite and malachite, both of which appear in this poem. From http://www.roomservicestore.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/AzuriteMalachite2.jpg.
Azure
Blue, Trinity
Church blue.
Mom's favorite
cobalt bowls
which always seemed
to shatter
quicker than the
thick, gray ones...
Azurite is a sea of
glass,
a stained window
sky
too vivid to be
real—
No. Look again.
It's clumps of the
night sky,
blue-black,
sparkling
without the light
of stars.
Azurite is the
cosmos, swirling dust
into nebulae that
burst with suns,
still glowing with
the fire colors—
blue, white—of
its labored birth.
My core is molten blue for you—
No. Look again.
Azurite is a field
of forget-me-nots.,
her
forget-me-nots—
forget me not—
a gravestone
grown over
by respectful green
malachite moss.
malachite moss.
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