It was as the sun rose,
that red and yellow
produced their only child;
a true reward for
the sexuality of their union;
promising, as it did,
a future full of happiness and love.
In celebration
the proud couple
ate a birthday feast
of ripe peaches and apricots.
A contest entry
- Opus in Orange by Mad Moon.
1000 points, ended June 22, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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This is luscious! To take something so simple as a sunrise, and speak of it so eloquently. Love the use of metaphor here. "...that red and yellow produced their only child...." Just wonderful. The last stanza sums it up both perfectly and deliciously. I could almost taste the juices of the fruit. You have so much imagery packed into so few lines.... Well done, indeed. Thanks for your entry, and Good Luck!
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