And this was the first response to a colourful prompt by Shan Ellis. Look out for the mocking but brilliant parody by Peter Wilkin of a recent poetry prize winner…
Decline
When you have given all, then lost,
is this the colour of blame?
The love that drips from your sweet lips
and drowns someone in shame.
When young, their hue was vestal white,
their innocence on view.
As you would vanquish suitors all,
just one will conquer you.
The age of love, engorged with red,
this procreative flower
would then attract them and their charm
laid helpless in your bower.
But summer’s heat and light turned blue
in autumn’s lengthened shade
and, as the scented bloom decays,
a nation’s colours fade.
When you have given all and lost,
is this the colour of blame?
The love that drips from your sweet lips
and drowns someone in shame.
Lips
nymphae, philtrum, flaps, rims,
borders, procheilon, cherries, folds;
sylph, aerofoils, grooves, felloe,
protuberances, middles, prunus, creases;
peaches, labia, margins, portals,
perimeters, tips, pèrleche, pouters;
centres…
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Agh – interestING poems. All really thoughtful, different vivid. k
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Wonderful picture – very interest poems. k .
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