Floral Moon

Romantically creepy fantasy

The scent of your floral tea skin makes me blush

Vibrant and pallid, your skin stays cool; soft an plush

The sound of the cicadas ring distant in your ear

The light of the moon reflects on the water so sheer

Your powder feet break through the surface

Your mind see’s visions of a new, violet solstice

 

Your eyes shine clear from the floral moon

Azure and grey they film over and surface your new cocoon

The paper of your body floats arid and free

but only to shadow the new skin you made

Your translucent tea cells divide softly into three

You tremble with the fear, for yourself you slain

You lift your hands in vain

And vanity cuts your throat in blue

By this, the wings of your arid clone flew, only to leave your body cut in two.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you use the language. Create thoughts and powerful visions with strong statements. I like the flow of the poem. Allowing the reader to fall into the desire of your words. I like the strong ending to the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Stabitha]

Are you truthfully only 15?

[Heather Clayton]

I liked the beginning imagery, but later it turned gruesome. Very well written.

[Khal Attero]

Hails fellow writer! Once again, you have proven your excellent writing. Keep it going, I'm really diggin' your stuff.

[reflectingus]

Well this is just beautiful. I loved the language, it's been written so beautifully, very pleasing, and vivid descriptions on a transformation from a cocooned creature to a beautiful butterfly. The conclusion was perfect, I love this so, great job.

[Lunny]

nice ^^

[khalid]

very nice poem. i have really enjoyed the images, the words picking and the flow..i really love the water reflecting the moon as if it were a big mirror...
thank you for sharing