A blushing sun creeps
over the horizon,
caressing my dreams
with fiery fingers.
Scarlet turns your coat
copper and bronze,
and you look at me with
with eyes of fine claret.
I smile as you shift
restless in the
still, quiet morning,
my hand gently strokes
your gleaming neck
before I gather the reins
and swing myself
onto your back.
I'm seated,
and then we're flying.
***
I watch as they leave the earth,
the sky weeps for their perfection,
carmine tears, reflecting passion,
the glory of unholy union,
they disappear into
the blood soaked sun,
just memories that linger
and the red-ochre scars
left behind in the turf.
Author notes
I chose Option 10: Red for this poem.
In the second stanza the point of view changes - to that of someone watching.
A contest entry
- FIVE YEAR AP ANNIVERSARY BASH!!!! by Auburn Sunrise.
5000 points, ended August 15, 2008, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Feel free to be as critical (or not) as you like...
Comments
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Beautiful.
"A blushing sun creeps
over the horizon,
caressing my dreams
with fiery fingers."
Really great imagery, It's interesting how red incorporates into the idea.
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Ahhh... interesting.
I like the shift in the second stanza, it gives more perspective.
You had the most intriguing references to "red" - intensely beautiful descriptions. "Scarlet", "carmine", "blood soaked sun", "red-ochre scars" - makes me think you are an artist of some type, probably a painter.
Beautiful work. Not at all what I expected, which is definitely a great thing for you.
Thanks for entering this brilliant piece and good luck!
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