Notes About The Poem
Written for the prompt " Wild is the Night" sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Clovers of Hope
Wild
is the night,
dressed in silk and satin,
perfumed with
opium drops of vanilla warmth~
a rippling reflection
of dragon desires,
where the heart sings
in sync with the jasmine notes
of soulful jazz and
hypnotic hints
of euphoric rhymes and
mystical muse,
while I sleep-waltz
within the grasp of silence,
engrossed in the crescendo
of crooning cosmos,
searching for a verse
to voice the flames
rising within my soul,
aching to taste the
clovers of hope
that you’ve served
in sparkling spoons~
once upon a wolf moon,
when I was left to freeze
like a tarnished topaz,
lost in the cold caves
of the scorpion sun.
I am the prose,
etched with ineffable metaphors,
that remains a mystery
to the eyes of kohl ice,
oblivious to the love
I write beneath wintry nights,
as twilight serenades serenity,
a mere song unknown
to the forest that burns
from the heat of the blazing breeze.
Yet I fear not the wicked fangs
of whirling storms,
for I have long been
the queen of darkness
that thrives in the midst of
conniving sands, soiled
with deceptive dust.
So let these thoughts
contrive an antidote
that sprinkles magic
to illuminate the wind,
slithering across the horizon,
like heinous scales
of the python prison,
painted as a
peridot paradise.
Perhaps through the confusion,
you'll feel my footprints~
longing for the softness
of lavender,
entwined
with
olive dreams...
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