Woman In Gold
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The eighth lioness of the field arrives
permeating heat, inhaling exhaling mist
of blistered days perched on strands of
morning glories and floats of shimmering
porous sun.... she will throb like a wild
gyspy air,I tell you, spinning her
cauldron of torrid wind--- thirsty lungs
blowing bright rubble upon
brooks and shores where twinkles
of light feed their need for humid
skin: lush grasses glint with
perspiration huffing and puffing
the unfinished sentences of a day
which plunges into an ocean of moist human
abandon.
Daughter of Cancer- Leo, radiant as
an orange gold portrait,
she will adorn the midsummer mantle with
birds dancing on fire tumbling on plumes --
jazzy tunes wriggling her jeweled belly
with smoky flavor penetrating her camisole
through a rhapsody of August’s saucy haze.
And in her nymph-like silhouette, lovers kiss in
unrestraint confessions where forests open
their secret gardens and tender beasts chew the fire
of an impassioned night...
this of which August rides without shame, without
brain.
Favourite Poem From December 2017 Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Inspiration from Klimt's Painting,' Woman In Gold'
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Written 12/23/2017, Resubmitted 11/8/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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