Sunny Sunday gives yet again birth
among the petals of golden day
another smiling child on Earth
with giggling soul that's whey.
Glowing, hopping spot of happy hours,
spreading milky glow in air so gray.
When noir storms spread night from bowls,
shines the blithe child of the Fey.
Terpsichore* breaths mighty, vital flame
and lets Sunday child with colors to sway,
tiny angel walking down life's eternal lane,
with sparkling halo, that's a little bit gay.
Author notes
Terpsichore ~ One of the nine Greek muses, who governs dance and choral song and is descripbed as energetic and blithe.
A contest entry
- Monday's Child by malmadre.
1000 points, ended February 21, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A very good use of wording to create a happy airy and colorful setting. I can see that happy child skipping down a flower strewn pathway. Well done!
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Thank you very much for the wonderful comment! I really had a great time writing for this theme.
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This is so bright and vibrant, really shines
all the way through. But that last line is
a grabber for sure. Your brilliance shows
in this gathering of rhyme, myth, and colour.
Blue
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Thank you darling Blue for this comment. I am so sorry I am so distant, but I am overworked. I hope I can catch more of you this weekend.
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