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      Amethyst shades dazzle her mysteriousness
        hiding black secrets in vulnerable mellows
          though recognized in the forgotten marshes
             she's said to possess dark onyx powers.
             She smiles at lost passersby in the red valley
           aware of the myths bubbling beneath wet soil
         and they disappear in unexplored forests
        seemingly safer than her uncharted evil mind
       every full moon augments her fragrance they say
     her Carmen blooms to entrap innocent souls.

      A thousand false alarms wrapped in assumptions
        for they'd never know she's a trampled magnolia
       tattered spirits in frayed rags was all she had
            dried oceans of scarlet tears in enclaves of fears
       humanity died on a full moon night under heavy breaths
          her weakened screams muted with lustful arms
              blurred visions of a forced conviction in blood
           her faint shrieks died in this swamp of tragedies
        till her blood froze beneath slumbering snow.

    Her burning spirit simmered mauve mists
      slimy seeds sprouted the dirty green marshes
        spring bloomed her courage to recollect storms
           crushed to sprinkle colors on heavenly topanga
      diamonds in her mind shimmer as she laughs 
         sending ripples of valor in perturbed oceans
           embracing her flaws she sings a folk melody
             trances of whispers blended in mellow symphony
    legends of crimson valley float with her flute
       a goddess calming oppressed souls to breathe 
         they've heard stories of sapphires burning
           splashing colors of freedom and kindness
    but all they see on drooping moonless nights
       her pious caricature coming alive in dark
          magenta petals blooming in layered fog of storms
            turning mauve then scarlet glittering ruby
         spreading wings from green marshes perfumed flowers
       on elevators of courage to save scarred souls
    infant butterflies arise in lilac hues of whispering hopes.


July 4, 2020

A Contest About a Goddess or God - Not THE God Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
~Winner: 1st Place

butter flies and marshes mellow Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
~Premiere Contest Winner: 2nd Place
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