Sunday, 12 June 2011

The Ship

Beneath purple painted clouds
grazing honey back lit sky
a single ship on the horizon
atop gently shifting waters
stained with creeping iridescence,
proud beacon silhouetted in the moment.

Witnessing beauty's golden kiss stolen
from her dying daylight breath.
behind the curtains, twilight
waiting with all smothering embrace
welcoming her dark lover
bejeweled night velvet widow.

11 comments:

  1. This lovely sensuous poem captures beautifully the images ambience around a ship at twilight.

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  2. Love the dark colors and lovely imagry here

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  3. Beautiful metaphor and lovely word flow, Abi.

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  4. Nice work. I'm yearning for a bit of punctuation to clarify scansion at this stage, but this is promising work. Thanks for sharing x

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  5. you capture the scene well and hint at a much great depth...

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  6. Nice flow...good one shot!

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  7. Lovely description, especially like the 'velevt widow.'

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  8. Oh, this is lush and lovely, indeed! Such wonderful imagery...I really like, "...beauty's golden kiss stolen from her dying daylight breath." That says it perfectly...

    Lynette
    Imagination Lane

    BTW..you wouldn't believe how many people spell my name like the bird...LOL.

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  9. Thank you all for your lovely comments :)

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  10. nice!!!... I love the description of the lines... i have a poem blog also, here: http://hogwartsravenclaw.blogspot.com :D

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  11. You rocked the last stanza here Abby, the alliteration of the sensual w sound just makes it and makes me giddy lol. I'd be sea sick with longing upon that ship ;) Sorry I didn't comment sooner, been offline a lot this month :(

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