Love Behind a Column

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #462

Words:  cotton, coal, call, can, caress, cart, cacophony, cover, color, column, covet, corona

Her eyes, color
of coal, call
to me. How I
covet her, want
to caress her,
cart her off
in her white
cotton summer
dress, corona
of flowers
’round her hair.
We can live
on an island
surrounded by
a blue-green
sea. She does
not notice me
peeking at her,
my cover–a column
of her southern-style
mansion.  There is
always a cacophony
of barking dogs,
exotic parrot sounds
and would be suitors.
How I covet those eyes
of coal.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Love Behind a Column

  1. The last line is awesome!


  2. Simply gorgeous! And I like the columnar structure of it.


  3. oldegg says:

    How great werer those eyes of coal. A beautfiful read.


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