she sings in cadmium,
dances in old gold light,
a saffron sprite, although
she cannot walk well
in her withered cantaloupe flesh
where bones curl like old carrots
her fall, as round as pumpkin,
became the winter, rusted,
with leaked carotene
that stains her skin an ocher ache
to be, once again,
the apricot in first bud,
the peach filling with nectar
she is a tipsy tango of tangerine
in her aging, growing sweeter
as she shrinks to hard nut life
after such Poppy pulses
Author notes
Prompt - Orange
Photo credit ~ "Opus in Orange"
©copyright May 31, 2008, Mary Coffman, all rights reserved
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A contest entry
- Opus in Orange by Mad Moon.
1000 points, ended June 22, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is beautiful, Carol and I can see why it won the Gold in this contest
A superb write, eloquently spoken, a tribute to growing old. (at least that's what it brought to me) The metaphor in this piece is awesome. I was especially touched by the first stanza. A very impressive poem
Dee
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What a fantastic take on "orange," my friend!! LOVE the title, and everything else about this wonderful write. Would have to cop/paste to pic favorite lines! LOL!! I am soaked in every shade of orange in this, and loving it. Thanks for this outstanding addition, and Good Luck!!
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This is a virtual "orange fest" in vivid detail!!! Stunning!!!
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What a tribute to the zest of color, of all stages of life, billiant.
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