Elegy on Emily

Consider Emily’s ebony hair.
Her glassine alabaster skin
Sits now in guileless rule
Over the embers of his devotion.

She sipped her Merlot just so, while dancing,
Twirling holes in borrowed socks, and
Toasting dusty moths on the front screen door.
She’d balance the glass between dainty toes,
Coax the last drops of crimson from the bottle
With benevolent pleas and a beckoning wave.

Later, as sounds of slumber caressed her pillow,
He’d watch brazen coyotes howl at the rising moon.

Huaca

wow, such vivid imagery, i really like this!

Thank you.

Thanks. I like some of your poems also. This is a good forum to "test the waters".

you excel at imagery...very nice

Thanks. Thats what I like to do, create some kind of visual. Thats how I write poems. I close my eyes and then wait for images to pop in my head and then try to describe them. I could never do the rhyming bit.