As evening's veil embraces existence
and the mystic ebony becomes a sanctuary,
the insecure and sombre light up the night
in satin and frills they pompously perform.
Through bubbles of assumed merriment
and synthetically glued smiles,
they flit like fireflies
to keep cryptic ghosts at bay.
Drowning in effervesence,
floating along liberty's ocean,
in this place where time no longer exists
chaos and bewilderment are paid no heed.
'Tis a treacherous tightrope of hide and go seek
as pseudo ostentation sails upon a ship with no mast
weighing anchor until dawn peeks across the horizon
and light metamorphoses the satin for vulnerable fabrics.
Author notes
Prompt: evening_cocktail- Andrzej Filipowicz
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Comments
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Oh such great images you pen with passion's hand...really well done.
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Woah, very nice Grandmama..very nice indeed.
Good luck in the contest, and that picture is really awesomeness!!!
luffles you
Claire-Anne
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