River Dance - Manassian Quintain
With just a swirl, she flirts with you-
brash churlish curves in surly sway.
At morning’s blush with mist infused;
her dress unfurls in rose tinged gray.
She flirts with you in surly sway.
In midday sun, her tresses – teal,
slyly tossed from bend to bend.
She wakes in you, a puerile zeal,
with every wink her cascades lend.
A puerile zeal, from bend to bend.
A pas de deux, to you she bids,
in undulating moonlit swells.
Pied pirouettes - charmed hearts amid;
immerse your soul to feel the spell…
To you she bids, to feel the spell.
Manassian Quintain - Poetry Contest
11 Jan 2015
Copyright © David Mohn | Year Posted 2015
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