Dunhill cigarette impatiently burns
Belying loves truth of white petal rose.
Art of capriciousness in amber eyes
Captures spirit like dancing fireflies,
Lying abandoned, Pucci’s Capri pants,
A chiffon scarf her modesty covered in scant.
Of course her playfulness be cast in part
Cold Excalibur, drawn, pricks crimson heart.
Poets scribe her in gilded lily prose.
Enigmatically the painter flourished
Blood red, on lips, thorn of Baccara rose.
Julian Clarke © 2017
I shall link to Poets United Sunday Pantry