Terry Miller Poet Free verse

The Myrtle - Nw

The Myrtle sits 
single, lonely
at the crossroads
adorned
with one hundred
cobalt bottles;
waiting.
Evening soon comes
and gentle winds
blow softly
that Aphrodite
sings
her sweet, enticing song.
Weak, evil spirits;
guileless souls,
will, helpless,  
answer, her siren call.
Then trapped
Inside the bottle blue
'till dawn.
When morning sun will
seal their fate.



A Note In The Wind Poetry Contest; placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Charles Messina  
Date written: 29th October 2022

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Valsa George November 2, 2022 at 6:44 PM The image of myrtle sitting in cobalt bottles until dawn arrives is so very imaginative! Congratulations on your win dear Terry ! Terry Miller November 3, 2022 at 2:05 AM Thank you Valsa

Mystic Rose Rose November 2, 2022 at 11:40 AM The heart sings of its color Cobalt blue, congrats on your win :) Terry Miller November 3, 2022 at 2:06 AM Thank you so much for your kind comments

Charles Messina November 2, 2022 at 4:41 AM This is really well-written, Terry. I enjoyed it very much. Congratulations on your winning placement. Charlie Terry Miller November 2, 2022 at 8:16 AM Thank you, Charles, for the placement, kind comments, and for running this contest; there was certainly a spread of interpretations!

Andrea Dietrich October 30, 2022 at 10:11 AM such and interesting one. All those cobalt bottles!! Great images too. Terry Miller October 31, 2022 at 2:22 AM Thank you Andrea, I appreciate your kind comments