Last night I arrived in a regal room
and danced under a harvest moon.
Driving through the port cochere
The beaus looked so debonair
~.~
Sturdy Oaken men of Haydon,
Cummerbund embellished and bow-tie bound
Consort with draped and gowned
Aspen maiden
Necks slender and shoulders bare
Dancing without a care
~.~
Douppioni and Shantung silk,
swished and rustled
Gowns pleated, gathered, and bustled.
Billowing skirts, skimming sheaths
Drifting, falling, leaves
~.~
Skirted Maples sashay
Adjacent tuxedo tucked Tamorind cache.
Garnet dogwood pannier,
Brushed again’ the scarlet pear,
Crimson wrapped bodice vine,
Golden mulberry crinoline.
~.~
Color; sumptuous, meritorious
Glorious, plum, ochre, and maroon,
It ended too soon
Arrived the frosty moon,
~.~
I awoke in bed,
Was it all in my head?
~.~
Slipping to the door,
Viewed on the earth’s floor,
Piles of gowns,
Amassed all around
~.~
Persimmon and Vermillion,
Left in the pavilion
Tangerine and burgundy, discarded
Lithe limbs no longer guarded
~.~
Dipping and diving wind
Swirled and swung as it thinned
Folioles without their jazz
Colors devoid of pizzazz
~.~
Winter’s assault;
Snowy waltz
5 comments:
I am still not completely happy with this ...
Suggestions?
What do you think the imagery is about?
Oddly enough, I think of the music video for "Crash" by Dave Matthews Band.
Ally
A srong wind blowing all the leaves off the trees, and the moon coming out after the wind dies down shining on the leaves left on the ground in it's wake.
it's mostly there...seems to be lacking for words and needs some expansion (Mit at a loss for words?) and the rhymes seem a bit forced in places. I love the imagery this creates.
I H8 24, good. I'm getting close.
CHP I agree, some of the rhyme is forced and I don't think everything is there. This has become a bigger challenge than I thought.
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