Keith O.J. Hunt Poet Rhyme

The Poet and the Girl With Mystic Dew Hair

Her hair was as lush as life; 
  filled with mystic dew,
  as the morning light I soaked in....
  fingers strewn to skelatal hues,
  death could not pursue the love in those eyes.....

Tenderly she gave me love,
  such love as I was due ---
  I pursued her 
  (intent on dissadence)
  I mused ---
  I'd rather fight the devil with a toothpick,
  and give him a pawn or two;
  was she devine!
  I do confide

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Gary Bateman March 22, 2017 at 10:02 AM Hello Keith, Dropping by again to read another one of your great poems. I really like the "Mystic Dew Hair" metaphor here. The tone and tenor of your verses combine to make this one a superb write for sure. A Seven!! Cheers and Best, Gary

Charmaine Chircop October 30, 2016 at 8:26 AM So lovely this is to read on my Sunday afternoon...Awesome.