The Melody Lingers On
The moonlight turned your skin to cream
A breeze moved your silken hair
Your image presented as a dream
With a fragile beauty seen so rare
I offered you a single rose
Its crimson blush matching your complexion
You smiled, assuming a graceful pose
A smooth, pale hand in delicate flexion
Then as the music ebbed and your image faded
Evanescing in the capricious breeze
The crimson rose lay . . . degraded
Upon the stilled piano keys
YOU ARE READING
Bewitched
PoetryHello and Welcome to our 2021 February contest. All Poets Pub members are welcome to join in. We will have two prompts for this month, please read all of the rules carefully. Congratulations to our February 2021 Contest Winners!! ~~ First Place ~...
