Mystic Rose Rose Poet Rhyme

Autumn Afterglow

The fire logs glow,  flickering to and fro 
in her eyes he sees champagne dreams of love 
the soft adagio plays a velvet tune of jazzing blow 
right atop the hearth, she's fitted like a glove  
Red hair flaming, ruby lips untamed her rubicon 
a blush, acclaims her cheeks await the dawn;  

Each dancer holds on cue precaution to the wind 
style and grace in every move "amour est bleue"
with burning eyes of here, go rescind , 
a love is built on arcs of passion's queue; 
Scarlet thoughts roseate skin enflamed a marathon
of amoureuse, bending arching longing one on one ; 

Her hair a crayon colored Autumn proffers romance  
and all the philharmonic musings of a lovely dream 
together they loop meandered agile as a water dance 
rushing towards each other skin to skin seam to seam ; 
Wine colored kisses taking in a world of bless 
garnet hearts of shine never to confess 

they once lay dormant in the crook of night 
now fired, ready to ignite....
 


Contest Name:  SEASONAL OR UNSEASONAL
Sponsor:  Kim Rodrigues
October 22, 2018

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Darlene De Beaulieu November 10, 2018 at 6:14 PM Hello Pixie, yes autumn is an after glow. have a nice evening my friend.

Connie Marcum Wong October 24, 2018 at 12:15 PM Pixie, your romantic autumn poem is exquisite! All the colors of the season color our world with romance and sweet dreams. This beauty in going straight into my faves! I hope it is a top winner Pixie! xxoo : )

Chris Green October 23, 2018 at 1:47 PM This was beautifully crafted and really created a wondrous magical scene. Best of luck in the contest

Winged Warrior October 23, 2018 at 9:58 AM Superbly done Pix...I can see the afterglow already...and ready for a win my friend...love & light...^WW^

Silent One October 23, 2018 at 7:52 AM That last stanza is so poetic... Love the first two lines... "Her hair a crayon colored Autumn proffers romance and all the philharmonic musings of a lovely dream." One of your finest poems and a fave for my Pixie...

Vijay Pandit October 23, 2018 at 6:34 AM You set the scene..started the music.. and invited your words to dance. This poem rocks. Words on fire..beautifully done, friend. A win for you, Pixie.