Yellow Sun

The yellow woman in the yellow dress

Danced on the yellow shore;

She swayed the water with her hand

As ebbing tides of sunset lapped

Half-sunken ships of war.

All around the apes had gathered

Seeking diamonds in the sand;

A summer soft with yellow mist

Had strewn a cast of fallen crabs

Like helmets on the strand.

She played the tricks of light and shade,

A silhouette in gold amidst

The remnants of the battles won;

Her veils were like wisps of smoke

That wafted from her wrists.

Across the strand the scattered gems

Caught glints as day was done,

And singly set the star that bathed

The swaying dancer and her troop,

All apes of yellow sun.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is a amazing poem Casey. You create wonderful characters and your create visions for the reader.
"She played the tricks of light and shade,
A silhouette in gold amidst
The remnants of the battles won;
Her veils were like wisps of smoke
That wafted from her wrists."
I did like the above lines. Maybe we are just a wisp of smoke. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Casey Truax]

Everyone seems to focus on something different in this one but that is the beauty of the art.

[Arundass TP]

A beautiful poem. Interesting line's on yellow hue images. good work 👍