.
last evening bundled up
'round mine
it's peacock blue
warm
cotton serape
and your
neath it
tuck'd
ourn twixt
smiling
BEAUTY IN BLUE
Blue Lagoon merging in green ocean,
Azure sky with horizon entwined.
Glow of your blue eyes met my vision,
Blue print of your glance pasted in mind.
I put blue sapphire on your finger,
You blushed crimson: My blue blood bubbling,
I told ‘Will you marry me, My Dear?’
Your peacock blue eyelashes twinkling.
Blue bell sparkled on your glossy hair
That eve, blue band of rainbow most bright.
Periwinkle stars twinkled in glare.
Blue Moon witnessed both of us at night.
01/24/17
Reedited on 07/09/21
First Place
'A Brian Strand July 10'
Contest by Brian Strand
A
many
splendoured love-
a come hither
tail
My wife's a witch,
Oh yes - it's true -
But she looks GOOD without a stitch;
As well in black, or peacock blue.
My wife is like the breath of May,
That sweeps the winter from the skies.
She holds my heart at the death of day,
Lights the dark with sparkling eyes.
My wife is warm as summer's sun,
Softer than the housecat's purr.
Her spirit's clear as a tale well spun,
Her heart and mind do well concur.
My wife is cool as autumn's air,
Brilliant as it's changing leaves.
No landscape strikes my eye more fair,
Nor thrills me like the love she weaves.
My wife holds winter's gray in her hair,
A Lady strong, in perfect Prime.
She warms my bed as the trees go bare,
And soothes with Grace the drift of Time.
And so...
My wife's a witch,
I'm proud to say -
The spell she's cast has made me rich,
Enough to give my heart away.
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