She wakes the twinkle of stars in misty wings,
casting a spell, with magic of azure eyes;
She lures, with charming lashes of blue,
and captures a soul, in delirious trance;
She heals, the bleeding ruptures of past,
and weaves spirited gold in ivory tapestry.
Heart sings, the ancient tunes of innocent mirth,
of pacified soul, in harmony's blessed lap.
She smiles, at the soul's metamorphosis -
as it sprouts butterfly wings, of inhaled epiphany.
Author notes
Picture prompt: www.myspace.com/fieryaries9
10 lines
A contest entry
- Quickie Contest By { Reptile Lady } by Reptile Lady.
450 points, ended March 3, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautiful take from the prompt
Your words are wonderful and gentle
Paints my mind and touches my heart
Thank you for your entry and good luck
Julie
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Thank you for hosting the contest, and thanks for taking the time to read and comment on my work. I appreciate your comments.
~Sunflower.
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