She is tumbleweed, drifting on the currents of dream;
he longs to pluck away her worries like dandelion snow
and, in one exhale, watch them test the breeze.
She dreams as a dragonfly dreams,
with the clear of a blue topaz
rimmed with white crests of her breasts
and lips that taste of salt.
The channels of her veins are heady,
dark and murky as the Thames
when a yellow morn drops down.
She, a wood-elf, a wraith,
he, a satyr watching,
and all around the timid deer
in tranquil rumination.
This, a darkened thicket
and as she flees in startled sound
her body flows to hollow reed;
he plays the fluting of her voice
assuredly as stone.
The stars ignite in inflamed passion,
and pyrotechnics soar for love,
a drooping heart in peach-pink sparks
melts the sky, as hand meets hand
in jacket pocket.
Author notes
Here's hoping I didn't use any of the forbidden words. If I did, I shall be spanked and will remove them immediately.
creative title, no?
the only verse I liked was the last one
A contest entry
- Elemental, My dear Watson by lie.
860 points, ended December 1, 2007, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I haven't read something that tripped my trigger in a while as much as this has.
You combined a lot of my favorite imagery and words to form a wonderful piece of art. I can't believe the last stanza is the only one you liked. I'm infatuated with the whole thing.
Excellent poignancy matched with impeccable word choice. I wish I could say more, but I really have nothing but praise for this poem.
My favorite stanzas were the first, third, and fifth. Nice work all together.
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OMG OMG Sarah. You're the most brilliant 13 year old I've ever met.
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woowww sarah this whole poem is so powerful - profound - pure exquisite piece!...a looouuudd applaud for such a super-dooper creative imageryxD.....```all the very best for the contest
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~seeya
Fatima
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