Three Blues on The Delaware

The soul of the world sings in blue, sapphire

Midnight cerulean stone periwinkle Aegean

Egyptian steel, shadow shimmer, silver glint,

Flow tide breeze and sun, musics of smooth

Chaos soft violence restlessness dissolution

Concord mystery beauty revelation change,

My blood singing back to the singing waters.


Furious machines burning anger, fume and

Rage to the choke point, ferocity of sound,

From here all silence and twinkle, sweeping

Slow rise and fall, rust blistered blue towers,

Harp-strung, Buddha serene, light and heavy,

A mountain of stone and steel engineered to

Rise like thought and dance in the delicate air.


Spring has uncorked all her bottles, pours her

Sparkling vintage into the coupe of May with

A liberal hand. Winter’s damp gloom is swept

From the vaulting sea and a convoy of cloud

Blusters at full sail. I will fill my pockets with

Rubies and expectations, book passage on a

Perfect merchantman and trade with heaven.


Peter McEllhenney’s work has appeared in the Seminary Ridge Review, Referential Magazine, Blast Furnace, the Apeiron Review, and previously in Philadelphia Stories. His poetry was part of the 2015 R.S. Thomas Literary Festival in Aberdaron, Wales. He blogs at