make it happen
Once I pranced and twirled
arching high on your beams blushing red my cheeks,
and grinned with the oranges juicing sweet.
But then the yellows jaundiced, turning
gay lively greens to taints of bitter bile while
blues bruised indigo and violet to bleed
grieving in gangrenous hues of somber dread
I painted rooms, flowered gardens, and
brewed health in all the bright colors.
Still the dark shades of twilight gripped sure as
death’s rigidly stiff rigor mortis.
Mortified, I conjured Morpheus
morphing chameleon and
bird of paradise.
Dyed red the hair, bronzed orange the cheeks.
Dangled gold on ears for ringing yellows
Glittery greens and brilliant blues,
pretty powdered gloomy eyes.
Indigo beads brought porcelain sheen,
to neck croaking, choked in throaty laughs
bursting forth on forced smiles and lips
glistening violet with balms, soothing the pout.
For finale, I don a rainbow-striped skirt
Flared for the wind, catching its breath.
Flouncing folds caress
tickling thighs and legs
determined to dance on
3/7/17: (free verse narrative: ’90 Skipper Line ’58; Stockton DMS 3/7/17).
Inspired by the contest titled ‘rainbow colored camouflage’. Thought it suited a vessel’s name - the poem’s title. After all, a lot occurs or is ‘made to happen’, under the camouflage of glamour. Spun magic versus real magic, so to speak.
Copyright © taai tekai | Year Posted 2017