In the frozen grip of winter's chaperone,
Cinderella gets walzted in like a dirty faced hussy.
As light and darkness stand side by side
in a battle for her supremacy.
Godmother has the ground vermin rousted up
from their hidden abodes.
Busy fashioning her apparels and pearly things.
But kissing in their modes.
Dreams that have lied dormant promise the moon,
meets with sunbeams fresh advances, with golden threads of dress-up in swoon.
New pickup lines and peer reviews
to peak at her pinnacle lines.
Fresh new light clings to the hem of misty morn,
sown at her delicate feat, like diadems.
Promised in consecrated dew-drops newly born.
The fowl caress the air in synchronized swim,
in salvos of savoir faire,
bannering rehearsal,
the reversal of Death's Nadir.
Much work to do in presenting.
Gonna have a good show.
Godmother tends to her proper dress.
Tries to tone down her exude of amoress.
Winter looks tacitly, concerned-
from the cold distance,
but is lit up by the way Spring looks back
in her gratitudes,
when she turns,
bows and curtseys at her complicit,
Majesty.
Categories:
curtseys, art,
Form: Ode
spring bows to summer
spring bows to summer
long nights give way to daylight ~
footprints on the sand
cold days nod to warmth
days comes early then leave late ~
shooting star pizzazz
frost curtseys to dew
empty fields burst with blossoms ~
bird songs fill the dawn
tree buds smile with leaves
barren limbs expand with life ~
forest greenness thrives
moonlight swaddles night
moon shadows dance in rondeaus ~
summer bows to spring
6-8-22
Categories:
curtseys, summer,
Form: Haiku
Summersaulting on the clouds of time
Makes me thirsty for yesterday’s old ones
They were the best; their laps were soft.
Kindness was their middle name.
Their first name polite.
No one said, “no problem”.
They said, “You are welcome”.
“No problem” to me means “you are not really welcome”.
My mind growls and snarls every time I hear it.
Curtseys are weird, and never looked right.
I do not go in for genuflecting either.
Because I am not of that religious persuasion.
Then of course I might flex.
I am doing cartwheels now, reaching my toes toward Jupiter
Showing the gods and goddesses I am limber enough to show them up
They scoff at my antics, sneering at my enthusiasm.
I care not, for I am in my own world
Still steaming over “no problem”
which I guess is one.
Categories:
curtseys, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Tea kettle steam and curtseys greet queenly company.
"Quaint" dainty danishes are dazzlingly displayed
with quintessential utensils and dishes.
Stenciled place cards display exclusive names.
Respective guests, formally dressed, rest with "poise."
Facing "platinum" plates gently lie on lace doilies.
Coral lilies bloom "perfume" from a porcelain vase.
Imagination's "quay" traces Teacup Bay, where
a sea of swooshing scents blend to perfection.
Sinatra's croons fuse with light conversation.
Earl Grey's bergamot flavor warrants accolades.
Spiced chai indulgence compliments petite cream puffs.
Honey hibiscus kissed lips sink in to sandwich quarters:
glazed turkey focaccia perked with endive and feta,
and roast beef ciabatta pleased with provolone cheese.
Tuna cucumber rolls are wrapped like sacred scrolls.
Bakery scones, cupcakes, and biscuits await.
I "quiver" to consider the "quandary" of
treat possibilities, all within reach.
My jesting "penance" for perfection
is to sample three of each.
Mind Your P's and Q's Contest words used:
Penance Poise Perfume Platinum
Quay Quiver Quandary Quaint
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
2/9/2021
Categories:
curtseys, beautiful, food, friendship, fun,
Form: Alliteration
BUTTERFLIES RETURN
After the storm azalea perfumes
the lawn yellow., the bay tree
curtseys low,the copper stirs
and a firecrest alights upon
the smoke tree. Butterflies return
to sun,weed covers the pond,here
and there the ceanthus coloured blue
stops the honey bee in its tracks.Ivy
climbs the wall un noticed,the peony
all dressed in white fragrants the air.
Listen to meread this poem on youtube under name ichthyschiro
Categories:
curtseys, nature, seasons,
Form: Verse
showers all day
the bay tree
curtseys low
Categories:
curtseys, nature
Form: Haiku
Rain lasts all day
the bay tree
curtseys low
Categories:
curtseys, seasons
Form: Haiku