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, Capri pants,
With 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
What I like the most about this poem is how you have painted the portrait with words, and no accompanying picture. It allowed me to put the picture together in my mind. What more can we ask of poetry?
ReplyDeleteKerry, thank you for stopping by. I really appreciate your constructive remarks.
DeleteYou paint a lovely detailed picture. Excalibur stopped me in my tracks. Could be a pen or brush or murder?
ReplyDeleteSo pleased you liked it, Colleen. Oh yes, it could be one or all of those? or not!
DeleteArt of capriciousness in amber eyes
ReplyDeleteCaptures spirit like dancing fireflies... I love that description
Thank you, Debi. I'm glad you liked it.
DeleteExcellent, controlled writing. At first, I wanted to see the picture. Now that I have read it, I feel I have.
ReplyDeleteThank you for you kind comments, much appreciated and I am pleased you enjoyed my poem.
DeleteArt of capriciousness in amber eyes captures spirit like dancing fireflies.. is such a beautiful image!
ReplyDeleteAs always, much appreciated and so pleased you enjoyed my poem.
DeleteI'm enchanted by how every line is a brushstroke made of words. I can see her all over the poem, especially in the first line of the last stanza. Love the scribbling detail.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Magaly, for your kind remarks. I feel that this poem has acheived what I wanted it too.
DeleteYes I so much agree... you have painted a picture, so any image would just deduct from the image I have created.
ReplyDeleteThank you and I'm glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteYou're proved yourself artist, with this one, word-stroke after word-stroke
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking to Monday WRites
Much love...
Arr, thanks, Gillena.
DeleteNice visual, you are psychologist and artist, and of course, a poet!
ReplyDeleteSo pleased you liked it, Humbird,and thnks for dropping by.
DeletePoets scribe her in gilded lily prose.
ReplyDeleteEnigmatically the painter flourished
Two creative minds would certainly accord a lot of justice to a beauty on canvas, in loud colors and all! Rightly so Julian!
Hank
Much appreciated, Hank. I'm pleased you enjoyed reading my poem.
DeleteFascinating! I love the detail piled on detail to build up the picture.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary
DeleteAh, I really like how the rhymes paint in this one. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Marian.
DeleteYour words are like a painting.loved it truely
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind remarks.
DeleteThe previous comments have said it all already. I'll only add, well done Julian.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Richard, for you kind remarks.
DeleteVery imaginative. Using a "pen", a poem becomes a picture.
ReplyDeletemuch appreciated and thanks for dropping by
DeleteStunning - absolutely stunning - had me drawn completely in within the first stanza - the first 2 lines absolutely drawing a clear idea in my head - and then off I went, to travel the lines and see the scene unfolding - stellar!
ReplyDeleteWow, and thanks for commenting. Again I'm glad you enjoy this piece too.
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