the witching hour lies betwixt dusk and dawn —
and the sunrise is the blush of a young
girl experiencing love's first kiss;
and a baby's first cry is a rosy bloom
opening its eyes to the budding light;
and her laugh is an onslaught of
fireworks spreading across my heart;
and his freckles are constellations
guiding her to the safety of home;
and every time you look at me, my heart
is a butterfly dancing on the wind;
and the sunset is rainbow sherbert
my eyes cannot wait to devour;
and the moon is a shifting sail drifting
through a bioluminescent sea
in the witching hour betwixt dusk and dawn.
Inspiration for this piece: Over at dVerse Poets Pub, they are exploring metaphors. I, myself, am quite partial to "like" (not so much "as")...okay I'm not necessarily partial to it, I just tend to use it without thinking. Anyway, as you can see, this piece is a metaphor's dream.
A note on form: As mentioned in a previous post.... "At the moment, to my knowledge, there is no
official name for this form (for the purpose of being able to label this
post, I have temporarily dubbed it toria indirectly after its inventor). It along with a handful of others was developed by one of the dVerse Poet Pub community members for a prompt where participants were asked to develop their own form (or a variation of an existing form). This form was developed by Victoria C. Slotto."