Wednesday, 27 April 2011

Cool Comfort

Cool comfort cast by
cautious caress of the breeze.

Beauty buried beneath her
burnish bronze yet fiery eyes.

Ethereal existence endangered
when evil enterprise strikes the soul.

Shadows stalk Seraphim not
seeking shelter from deep within.

While white waves meander
wild weathered sky, I wonder why.

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful. I just came back from the Carribean and the images of this poem resonated with me.

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  2. Hi Eden,

    Thankyou so much for your kind comment. Very glad you like it.

    Abi :)

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  3. Alliterations always attract anyone! (That's not true ... but "me" doesn't start with A ;-) )

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  4. Martin,

    So pleased to see you! :)

    Thankyou for your lovely comment. I have another Alliteration in the making as we speak.

    Best wishes

    Abi

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