Alan Reed


Aquamarine


In aquamarine ran off my warmth traversing
mild meadows with swallows of ash
past the pink sunset

Three cherry Cardinals swooped past partly pleased
the brook trickled near

Evading were than icon imaginings
the following Fawns
the spotted taupe-hazel Fawn

Three taupe Robins at a white well
The magic cello hummed earlier

Sword at side passed over my warmth
through the falling cascades
off on the pink sunset

Three cherry Cardinals swooped past partly pleased
The level prairie sat below

Supple were they sandal-ed sand
The sheer slim fawns
The discomfited shuffled Fawns

Three graceless Mothers in the green dell
The ravenous barb earlier crooned

Curtsy at waist my warmth traversing
Casing the waterfall behind
Off in the pink sunset

Three cherry Cardinals swooped past partly pleased
The vertical crests sat above

Brighter be they than tranquil birth
The sheer slim Fawns
The taller edgy Fawns

Three higher Vicars at the mild meadow
Adept Huntsmen
Ran below

In aquamarine ran off my warmth traversing
mild meadows with swallows of ash
past the pink sunset

Three cherry Cardinals

And neither was chosen
as the smoke spewed Black

Submitted: Thursday, August 09, 2012
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