Crinoline crimson ladies
lift their pretty faces to smile at the sun
black eyes dancing, happy and joyful every single one.
Satin scarlet dancers throw their heads, and toss
their vivid skirts array. With their green bolero’s held up so
high; they gaily wrap around a waltzing sky
Velvet cerise ballerinas
bend in the breeze and pirouette on fragrant toes.
Ruby cheeks smiling, an opulent troupe captured in a dainty pose
Silken scarlet models
fashion and form a pretty masquerade, cherry lips kissing the dawn.
Held forever in a beam of golden sunlight; a true vision of the perfect morn.
Precocious pink poppies
perform a dazzling pantomime, garnet ribbons tied from cloud to cloud. While flagrant red poppies, twist and twirl casting their flames all around:
A broad sash of red silhouettes a summer blue sky, a field of striking poppies has caught my eye.
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I would like to translate this poem
I adore poppies! This poem certainly captures their beauty just as they caught your eye... wonderfully vibrant. HG: -) xx