Thursday, March 25, 2010

Midnight Monody

Desire,

Dripping from a red dress

Puzzles my sense

And makes me so digress,

That all the mess

Of colour and stress

Shades into curves

Of exquisite shape

That dazzle and delight

Like a snow-capped sight

To a sun-burnt son

Of Saharan plight.

So my stinking pool at night,

Blossoms bright

With grapes and rose

Armed with replays –

Infinite.

6 comments:

Robert said...

a bit of Thomas Hood, a very Yeats ending, merged with a little Nabokov and your own eros ... good blending

Other Mary said...

Love your opening line!

Kim Nelson said...

Good flow, nice imagery. I like this one a lot.

Morning said...

fun rhyming.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful.

Ella said...

I love "desire dripping from a red dress" well done~