Spring Bride
I love that spring is here!
Radiant, as sun-kissed sky
she arrives astride a cirrus horse
to a fanfare of daffodils.
A gown sown with snowdrops
covers her terrains; primrose
laced tendrils shimmer
with aurora’s dew.
Avian choirs warble in the dell,
their harmonies reverberate
with tinkling bluebells.
Scarlet robed, robin trills
solo on a hedgerow stage,
twiddle-oo, twiddle-eedee.
Westerlies tease —
cherry blossoms tremble
— tumble to confetti
sweet grass avenues.
Peacock butterflies
flitter among posies
of forget-me-nots,
their large eyes flutter
on russet wings.
All creatures rise in salutation:
hedgehogs abandon crumpled beds,
as squirrels scurry along oak arms,
lambs dance on daisy studded meadows;
joyful celebrations.
Sun ascends to crown her;
she whispers Au Revoir
— throws a rose bouquet towards
summer’s outstretched hands.
I so enjoyed this. Written with all the delightful ‘gay abandon’ of spring, throwing off winter’s togs. No critique to offer. Loved this. Written by a poetry pro, it seems. The metaphor is perfect.
Kim x
Thanks Kim, I’m so pleased you enjoyed this. I don’t know about ‘poetry pro’ though – but I suppose I did put a lot of work into this one.
Eira x
A nice lyrical and metaphorical poem in celebration of a burgeoning spring, with a delicious opening. A pleasure to read, Eira.
Luigi x
Thanks Luigi – you’re opinion always means a lot to me.
Eira x
She’s a bit of a moody one though and given us the cold shoulder down my road the last couple of days. Hopefully she’ll grace us with a warming smile this weekend. Enjoyed your poem, Eira. Very accomplished.
Thanks for your kind comments! Yes she is moody, isn’t she? rain this morning here – then beautiful sunshine this afternoon – lovely!
So glad you love this – thanks for your encouragement, Trevor.
Eira x
Agree with the others, a nice joyful read. We’ve had some good days down here in plymouth so it’s quite appropriate.
Mike
Yes, great weather here in Brum too – long may it last!
Eira