By The Water's Edge
As a sanguine sun slowly starts to sink
rubicund ribbons render ripples pink.
And where a Midas moon mirrors its face
bobbing bronze beams begin to take their place.
As drifting darkness drowsily descends
beyond art, a star-studded sky transcends.
And wave wrinkled waters washing ashore
form frothy foam tops the seagulls adore.
Soft silken sands soon swarm with crawling crab
that the tide, tethered to the moon, can’t grab.
A featureless fog forms from drops of mist
fetching faint feelings of just being kissed.
Now night navigates through the tides of day
inking indelible shadows that stay.
And as ebony engulfs everything,
coral clouds corral the moon in a ring.
Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
(Tittle Chosen: By The Water's Edge)