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She is as pretty as her bridesmaid cake.
She popped off the top and showed us her roses.
We were excited about her enthusiasm.
But she had to sit on the cake, right?
Maybe not because she refused.
A cake decoration that had a mind of her own.
We were surprised by her antics,
But no one could talk her back up there.
I cannot sit still when I could dance, she told us.
Her steps included spinning, whirling and twirling.
She did a pirouette that amused us.
Then she skipped out the door.
The next cake decoration had better not be animated the cook said.
I could not guarantee him that.
We get these cake toppers from an enchantress.
Through a canopy of leaves
ascending ,
Night a visage of rippling ebony
her tears falling like raindrops
bedazzling the dark
Her arm a windlass
spiraling coils of silken mist
rolling , heaving , becoming as ether
Sweeping specks of light in her wake
Chevaliers her dark companions
Lurking nocturnally
darkness their mask
A Grotesque masquerade
beauty at its bleakest
blood soaked rags their Armour
her sentinels forever watchful
Moon mirror to darkness
revealing nights face
Past images ,
forgotten horrors and vast beauty
her muniment of time
Tributaries of tears lining a face
bereft of life
She moves as slow water
Her velvet veils
held aloft by dancing night imps
Night’s appetite
An unsated desire
for shadow and shade
these are her feast
Quenching her thirst
greyness her fine wine
Goddess,
Drunk on her own spirit
Lulls and wanes
But night goes on
moon chimes time
Darkness must regather
her chevalier’s ! her night imps !
She never rests
her hunger never sated
As she is night silently she moves on
Forever divergent from light
Embracing and becoming darkness
Goddess of night
In golden rays, upon a boat's embrace,
A tanned enchantress graces azure space,
Her skin, kissed by the sun's fervent desire,
Reflects a beauty, glowing, tan attire.
She casts her gaze upon the dancing tide,
Where silver fish in playful currents glide,
With nimble hands, she aids her lover's quest,
Guiding the line, as patience puts to test.
Her vibrant presence, like the ocean's breeze,
Unfurls serenity, the heart at ease.
Her laughter, buoyant, mingles with the spray,
As sunlight weaves a halo 'round her fair head.
Her eyes, a mirror to the ocean's depths,
Hold secrets of the sea, where passions rests.
With grace, she weaves a tapestry of care,
A love that flourishes, beyond compare.
Together, they embark on nature's course,
As waves caress the shore, their souls embrace.
A testament to love's enduring might,
A radiant duo, bound by love's sweet light.
Thus, in this fleeting moment's sweet reprieve,
Their souls entwined, forever to believe,
That beauty resides in love's tender hands,
A tanned woman's touch, forever caressed.
Quote: Both the enchantress and the siren charmer
are part of the same one.
Fired red wings on the breath of a dawning
he lifts and soars towards life, a breath away
from sunrise, chittering before he takes swing
this cardinal of beauty knows how to sing
she a rose in a luscious garden of pure love
a blush of pink dotted with pistil and grace
a daylight sea of beauty sent from above
daybreak breaks and a flower opens her face
both the cardinal and the rose are essential
to our well being we need their reverence.
He a sign of longevity so reverential,
she a sign of love and courage in her essence
we find the echantress in all of our selves
in his, we find a siren charmer who delves.
May comes in disguised as a rainbow unicorn faerie.
She leaps into the air dancing on frothy snow clouds.
We try to slow her up, so we can fully see her
But she turns herself into a hummingbird,
and all we can see is movement.
May prances her truth, whirling with wonder.
Sprinkling her lavender violets among the clover
So daintily, we do not notice at first,
But when we do, we are in awe, for she is so
gloriously done up, and in such a slick, artistic, pastel way.
May brings in roses, tulips, and Rose of Sharon.
Her blooms are the prettiest we have ever been.
She shows off, but not mightily,
May is subtle, yet endearing.
Her sights.
Her sounds.
Her fragrance.
No magic compares to the enchantress,Miss May.
Written 5-2-2019
Contest: Memories of May
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Oh my enchantress dahlia, an inspiration to my muse.
I remember, meticulously planting your bulbs,
so you would bloom in an abundance of colours.
I watched your emerald stalk blossom slowly,
until your sepal gave birth to elegant petals.
Dawn's fresh sun rays glowed to embellish
your myriad tones, glittering with dewdrops.
You flourished in shades of burgundy and ivory,
scarlet with hues of golden saffron and
in tones of amaranth and amethyst.
Your velvet skin so soft and subtle,
seduced bees and butterflies to savour your nectar.
From all the flowers that blessed my oasis,
you were my queen, so gracefully grandeur,
flourishing around my verdant lawn.
How I missed you when Autumn arrived.
She drifts through the watercolor quiet of early autumn reverie,
a woman woven from rust-lit silk and burgundy breath,
swaying beneath a golden birch that breaks the afternoon
into soft, shimmering fragments of desire.
Her dress, a cascade of coppered longing~
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Around her, the woodland water
keeps its calm,
a mirror of maroon-stained dreams
where reflections tremble
with the fragile pulse
of imagined devotion.
She is the swing’s serene enchantress,
graced by the drifting gold
that gathers in her hair
like a secret constellation.
Even the birch seems to bow,
its branches bending
in a soft-spoken requiem
for summers that learned
how to let go.
I watch her d r i f t~
a rust-colored muse
in the watercolor’s warm illusion~
and feel the world loosen
into a lucid lullaby,
where longing becomes
a gentle lantern
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into amber-lit serenity.
O autumn goddess of the painted realm,
let me linger in your leaf-bright orbit,
where devotion glimmers
in the coppered quiet,
and every falling leaf
is a small, golden surrender
to the dream you carry
in your calm,
ever-turning swing.
Upon a harlequin floored stage
a ghostly figure rises amidst vapors
or perhaps it's my dulled imagination
after sipping hot Hibiscus tea ~
No starry starry night
only darkness foreshadows
the ball of masquerades
Cloaked in gown of sanguine velvet,
an enchantress lifts her veil
a diaphanous disguise for her eyes
that wish to see a lady fair ~
"Mirror, mirror," she seeks reassurance
from the looking glass she holds dear
Expecting to hear her feminine allure
would tempt both man and beast ~
those who would drool and feast
upon her tasty flesh ~
hers not virginally pure
No voice does she intercept
as she embraces the ornate silver frame
but a glimpse fills her with fear ~
for in horrors of hell
she sees her body on fire
What folly has Somov brushed
painting strokes of her in such a scene
She was not cast in a tragedy
that's not what her script lines read
an enchantress' beauty lasts forever
But lo ~ the mirror is mysterious
does not hang from wall height ~
tis far too tall on this nefarious night
What cad is it who cleverly stands
behind the coddled courtesan's glass?
A praying mantis or jealous ingenue
who wants her chance to play the part
of the engaging enchantress
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When summertime has kissed the rose,
And nestling trees blossom so fair
The dappled leaves twirl in repose,
Bathed in mist’s spray… beyond compare.
I crave her touch on paths winding
Like a damsel amid lush grass;
Sultry when the vibrant breeze flings,
As limbs thrusts in passion’s contrasts.
On blushes of night’s wild glimpses
Embroidering her russet veil;
In slow movement… this enchantress
Drops heat’s thrill while she bids farewell.
As mornings welcome Autumn’s gold
My breath lifts in a mellow way,
When tinsels of fog glide… to unfold
A silver whirl through fall’s ballet.
Kelly Deschler's Summer's End Contest
8/30/2014
by nette onclaud