Brown Eyes

Brown Eyes

A Poem by April Child

Somewhere in a field of Bluebells.

 

Tattooed shoulders rise

from purple pool,

brown eyes gaze up at me,

reclined in goddess fashion 

on a large orange mushroom.

 

“Will you?”

 

Flowers, ferns and

trees freeze and even the

po faced stone mayan statue

seems to draw in sharply….

 

“Yes”

 

The bluebells samba,

po face raises his arms,

shouts “hoooooo” and ferns

frantically swish fringes.

 

I see only brown eyes.

© 2010 April Child


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what a psychedelic delight this is. different from what i'm used to reading from you. this reads like an acid trip. kind of alice in wonderland no?

the brown eyes cutting through the very vivid dali atmosphere is intense and i think the point.

the alliteration at the end is soooo good. "ferns franctically swish fringes". mmmmm.

the really great thing about this poem is that it has energy, a dangerous quality and it pushes us into the bizarre, daring us to be entranced.

bravo!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Striking imagery. And your language is thick, with sudden movement. Clever and mysterious write. The reader would like to be privy to the backstory, that gave birth to the inspiration

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

April Child

11 Years Ago

Hey, thanks for reading. Well I could let you in on the backstory but sometimes a little mystery is.. read more
What a wonderful, colorful, magical scene you've created in this. It appeals to me on so many different levels that I can't begin to count them all.

“Yes”

Isn't that the answer we all want to hear to our most important questions?

This is truly a beautiful, mystical slice of utter tranquility. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

oh the imagery and feelings held are impressive in their forcefully emotional pressure.. I love the control and focus of the specifics of your work..

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful imagery - lovely emotion relating through nature

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so very romantic in a very unique way. I quite liked the reference to Samba as a natural motion and the delightful alliteration of the ending.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh wow I see only brown eyes - Even in less words you gave a picturesque moment. :-) Love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what a psychedelic delight this is. different from what i'm used to reading from you. this reads like an acid trip. kind of alice in wonderland no?

the brown eyes cutting through the very vivid dali atmosphere is intense and i think the point.

the alliteration at the end is soooo good. "ferns franctically swish fringes". mmmmm.

the really great thing about this poem is that it has energy, a dangerous quality and it pushes us into the bizarre, daring us to be entranced.

bravo!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It gives a picture, which is unique and lovely, off course. The poem has a real touch, and it is full of romance.

Liked it a lot!

Thank you.

Raja

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

oh, my . . .

this is really something

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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April Child
April Child

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I love words and I like to write poems. Sometimes words just come and I don't know where from but I write them down anyway. There's something very powerful in the written word. It shows you where y.. more..

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