Lydia

Purple photo from Flickr by Lady-Ro

Lydia

Seller of purple

To excess and royalty

Scent of lilac and lavender

Extravagance for all to see

Plum

But not the fruit

And not the color

Plum

Like no other

Indigo

Amidst

Our day-glow

Flowering

With Lavender

And Lilac

We don’t turn back

Maker, seller—Follower

Of purple linen

A sister—Our kin


© February 5, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


“On the Sabbath we went outside the city gate to the river, where we expected to find a place of prayer. We sat down and began to speak to the women who had gathered there. One of those listening was a woman from the city of Thyatira named Lydia, a dealer in purple cloth. She was a worshiper of God. The Lord opened her heart to respond to Paul’s message. When she and the members of her household were baptized, she invited us to her home. “If you consider me a believer in the Lord,” she said, “come and stay at my house.” And she persuaded us.” –Acts 16:13-15


This poem, Lydia, was submitted on TweetSpeak’s poetry prompt on February’s Purple Rain and Indigo Blues (A Plum-good Poetry Prompt) on TweetSpeak Poetry, offered by Seth Haines here.

This poem will also be submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.