a pantoum
SHE IN RED
Flowing and beautiful as it drapes the ground
The scarlet hem kisses the floor
A never-ending symphony flowing from her mouth
She twirls and twirls and she is beautiful
The scarlet hem kisses the floor
The floor blushes a rosy shade of pink
She twirls and twirls and she is beautiful
She becomes a dancing flame
The floor blushes a rosy shade of pink
Reflecting the blood red silk of her gown
She becomes a dancing flame
A candle with fiery orange tresses
Reflecting the blood red silk of her gown
She is royalty
A candle with fiery orange tresses
Vanity drips from her like hot wax
She is royalty
Conquering and devouring all those around her
Vanity drips from her like hot wax
Scorching all those who dare come near
Conquering and devouring all those around her
She extends her flames across the world
Scorching all those who dare come near
With her flame tipped fingernails like imperial topazes
She extends her flames across the world
She dances her war dance
With her flame tipped fingernails like imperial topazes
She ignites all anger and sparks all hatred
She dances her war dance
She chants her war chant
She ignites all anger and sparks all hatred
The fire of her tango burns holes in her dress
She chants her war chant
A never ending symphony flowing from her mouth
The fire of her tango burns holes in her dress
Flowing and Beautiful as it drapes the ground
YOU ARE READING
The Air I Breathed in That Morning
PoetryI'm not a poet. I'm not really a writer. But I decided the little things I write shouldn't go unnoticed. I hope you get to see a little bit about another individual you've probably never met. Leave a comment. It's nice when people appreciate the lit...
