Watered-Down Juice

Foray of explosive sunset — natural fireworks on display. A banquet of clouds, rolls in wet, rolling up their sleeves in melee. The confusion has its beauty — thunderous blue, gray and white clash. Diffusion smacks hued patootie. Sea of the air throws quite a bash. Brightly colored dresses behind this curtain of discontentment. A leprechaun’s gold, silver-lined — cloaked rainbow’s tittle presentment. Drink to me only with thine eyes* the poet says, stirred as they wade. The belle’s fluttering lashes sigh. Are they orange or lemonade? 1/11/2021 Watered-Down Juice Poetry Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh Used HMS, 8 syllable lines, 16 lines *Ben Johnson’s Song: to Celia