Cerulean Blue by Carol Eliassen

Cerulean Blue

Some call me Cerulean blue. I am a coat of many hues, that range from Cyan the Great, to the depths of the dark deep blue. I’m not really one but many. I sometimes overlay my bluest of friends. I may be dimmer than some, but I can accent anyone.

I love to be the colorful flower swaying in the wind, or the backdrop of the sky as the white fluffy clouds cluster nearby.

My artist friend uses me to be a fragment of the color of a fish in a tropical sea or the background of a pink salmon breed. I am versatile at best and can be used with all my palette companions, especially sunflower lemon yellow, flaming tomato red, or that outrageous lime green.

I tend to light up the sky behind the tall snow-covered mountains or help that bright frothing white to accent the towering swells that are turbulent in the precarious bay. I have to admit though my favorite place to be is with a vase of other colors swaying in the breeze.

I am versatile at best, not like all the rest. I’m not just blue; I’m also a hue.

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