Changeling.
Invisible dancer, Air moves with ease
bouyantly changing its imprint
on earth's waiting surface of seasons,
yet windswept Air broadcasts ferment
of mutating chicanery
by state of weathered uncertainty.
Air can create dazzle-white sculptures
with sudden modified action
producing from cool icier currents,
and light as feathers it will swirl drifts
of autumn- leaf gentleness then
blow up a tornado bent on mischief.
Yet when sunk in summer depression
Air forgets to ruffle small waves,
limp sails need bellows for ventures
but changeling ether favours no bluster
of demon breath when ballet-laced
breeze tip-toes thru' sea with slow pulse.
From waltz to flamingo on coastal hills
Air loves feeling freedom where
clifftops let divas hone ever more skills.
-
Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: March 27th, 2018 04:28
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Offline)
Comments7
A fine write Fay. Is that Mary Poppins?! heehee.
An exquisite write, my dear Fay!
Your usage of such great metaphors to tells us about the seasons makes your poem come alive! I can clearly visualize the changing of the seasons! I love the last stanza! It makes me want to get up and dance!
💃🏻 Awesome 💃🏻
~Laura~
You've caught the "air" absolutely! From it's lovely spring dances to the wind that blows down trees!
Very good write Fay, air is so special but we take it for granted.
Interesting use of imagery
Super work Fay
such poetic meteorology. we are all dancers upon the winds changing mood aren't we.... oh to be a bird. very enjoyable
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.