-- This is a double sonnet in the making, please do not comment unless you are Pamela--
Behold Mother's sprites caught in saccharine shine,
resurrection hammers beneath sacred wreath.
Observe ethereal figures so sublime,
captives to lush ripe dance... Mother Gaia's breath.
Aurulent leopards weave and spin sunshine threads
as griceous owls shed and strip fragrant mists,
the birth of roses in celestial parade's web
led by Horae's blessed three's gentle silk fists.
Observe as corbeu ash winds as clutching vines,
thick, dark, onyx-like to embrace shaded frames
in softest velvet embroidered with scarlet rhymes
marks of passion, fluttering at unknown aim.
In vertigo of song they raise heads at night,
frail amazons break through cocoons to take flight.
Thorns pierce one's skin, coiling in bodice,
drawing crimson petals in life's fertal glow
rose bushes meld in feathers as they pulse and flow
still metamorphosis in jade carapace.
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I love the use of interesting words in poetry.
led by Horae's blessed three's gentle silk fists. - Now I love that reference which, when I look up Horae, I get the feel for the first few lines.
... color is wonderful in poetry but keep visuals simple for the average reader. Blue should be blue. Flow and feel are very important in sonnet. You must be able to sing it.
Well done here. Keep up the good work and I look forward to your next installment. ~Pamela 
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Sure thing. Do not worry, the poem won't go anywhere soon.
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