Soft feet shuffle sleepily across cold cedar planks
Down the old corridor by flickering lantern light
A sleeping sigh blossoming with shuddering delight
Escaping in tandem with the autonomic closing of the shutter
puffing the flare, making it flutter to life
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A warm gust of shivering breath the flame caress
Coaxing it to flamboyant life
The vision of chaos clinking against the lantern's windbreak
Glowing, glittering, green, unaware of life's rules
But not a bone in her mean
Slipping between the door and latch
She flitters free in the cold, damp, darkness
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Ephemeral, bounding on air, tossing verdantly glowing hair
Fire licking her heels as she flames with lush chaotic flair
A penetrating stare and a lilting laugh that sticks
Perpetually echoing ear to ear with the
Catch of a jingle softly sung by a Beauty Queen at a county fair
Facial creams, and elixirs fabled to preserve youthful glamor
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Darting out the window into the gem-studded night
A luminous circuitous path drawn in emerald light
Without fear or care, the somnambulant lady
In her feeble despair leapt frantically after
On wings of jealousy, she dove into the rocky sea
Her heavy spirit finally lighter than air
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Comments (4)
What a magical and enchanting poem! You've created such a vivid, dreamlike world that feels like stepping into a fairy tale.
Oooo, gem-studded night, I especially loved that. Such a beautiful poem!
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Some wonderful images in your words, I am sure this will do well