Sprite gazelle grazes in thigh high gold
Dipped lips nibble nutrient dense heads
Shivered fright, ripe blonde blades hold
Whispered warning of what prey dreads
Sardonic posture, stealth purposed lion
Padding flattens flax pale wave swathes
Hunt pattern happens, heirachy's design
Instinct driving, predator blindly behaved
Spring legs scissor, her raced resistance
Twice sized eyes shine, adrenalin's elixir
Takes passage pointless flee in pinkened
Streaked attack stalker strike jaws victor
24th December
Taken by force
Categories:
pinkened, character,
Form: Rhyme
In moments of twilight civility
an exchange of gifts -
darkness for light..
RISING
from beyond the softening silhouette edge
you brighten like a blushing damsel
hazy haloed
unabashed in the pleasure of ripening
daydreamer
...a vivid blur of lemon drop...
veiled by a wispy fanfare of mares’ tails
windswept forth in pinkened pageantry
heralding the maturing marmalade horizon -
arousing a drowsing periwinkle sky
your prosperous glow casts a molten net of gold
slanting low across the ebb and flow
igniting the imagination
- agleam with peachy dreams -
of just-waking waters
while catching fire-tipped riffles;
rubies gathered ride the tide to the coastline
glamorizing the washed still-sleepy seaward sand
saturated in the rose-colored nectar
of your generous nature ~
Susan Ashley
October 13, 2018
*Mare’s tail: a long narrow cirrus cloud whose flowing appearance somewhat resembles a horse’s tail, often indicating high winds in the upper troposphere.*
Categories:
pinkened, appreciation, beauty, imagery, morning,
Form: Free verse
It is as ardent as a ruby
And nonpareil as a gold,
Decked with keloids like pearls
It is a pure treasure trove,
Of bloodstained esteem to behold.
It is as byzantine as an art,
Spilling notions of forgotten seasons,
Frescoing the final caged tumultuous echoes,
That had once ripped and rushed
From this heart within.
What is it?
It is nothing but the pains and pleasures
Of that blood clotted scar
On the pinkened flesh of mine
Tasting peace and making me remind
Of those historic embalmment
Of my conquests and of vanquished released.
I am just drifted through
And addicted by the beauty
In my broken places
Across, beyond and beneath.
Categories:
pinkened, anxiety, appreciation, beauty, body,
Form: Free verse
Cobwebs On The Rose
Cobwebs on the rosebush
strung from thorn to thorn
Alive with sparkling dewdrops
reflecting pinkened dawn
Where the stricken insects
have rended and have torn
Amid their dying moments see
another rose is born
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
pinkened, beauty, birth, death, hope,
Form: Verse