Come March

Come March

A Poem by Moonie

On her sunglasses,
buttermilk clouds bask.
February winds rise in waves
and blossom inwards.
Drinking the lemonade sun,
her fruit punch lips lust
for March's soft kisses, laden
with wild wisteria musk,
that'd leave peach juices
dribbling down her chin,
onto her honeyed breasts,
trailing on the coconut skin.

© 2019 Moonie


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suddenly i feel very thirsty and i fear that glass of water will not be sufficient. Gulp... slap across the face! focus bunny..... focus ... pocus I want to drink peach dribble from coconut skin. This is all delicious or as my niece would say this all delish:)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moonie

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much!



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This is very cool! Beautiful descriptive words. I love March too since it's the beginning of the end of another long winter. (Minnesota for me).

You have obvious talent.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Moonie

4 Years Ago

Thank you!
they say that March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. noting shy about this write. love the word choices and imagery conveyed. wonderful impact ... :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moonie

4 Years Ago

Thank you!
suddenly i feel very thirsty and i fear that glass of water will not be sufficient. Gulp... slap across the face! focus bunny..... focus ... pocus I want to drink peach dribble from coconut skin. This is all delicious or as my niece would say this all delish:)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moonie

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
In a day's hike I could climb that coconut skin mountain and slide all the way down to your poem!

regards,
al

Posted 5 Years Ago


was going to say good old summertime but I see this relates to March
No matter, anytime is the right time

Posted 5 Years Ago


what a tasty treat this is with its metaphors and stark imagery...
"fruit punch lips lust"
Bingo on that line...great.
and i love buttermilk so the Clouds' line is terrific.
i am sated, reading this.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


March is here and maybe a few warm days. Your words made me wish for a tropical place dear Poet. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moonie

4 Years Ago

Thank you for reviewing this poem, and I apologize for the delay. I wasn't active on the site.
Coyote Poetry

4 Years Ago

No problem dear friend. I know. Life keeps us too busy.
Like this, you can picture the scene.
Sunglasses usually means sun.
Sun means heat.
Why am I in Britain?


Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moonie

5 Years Ago

You are enjoying the Britain snows though, I hope?
Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

Building an Igloo as we speak.
This is really nice, Moon. The scene is vivid - good-natured. You gave her a quality of character that reflects the picture perfectly.

100/100

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moonie

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Relic! I was waiting for you to begin using your profile again before replying on.. read more

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