The Leaf Charmer
by Martin Eager Runique
You blaze your leaves at me
as if trying to seduce
this tired old unbewitchable heart.
And with your extravagant
oranges, yellows, reds,
it's true my soul is fed.
Writhing orgasmic-ly,
your branches dance,
Salome of the seven veils,
and, yes,
I surrender.
You entrance.
for Words Count with Mama Zen: October, Personified in 53 words or less.
I have 45. In truth, she has me at the first changed leaf, but sometimes one has to lie to write a poem!!!!
Sacred dance of seduction...love this, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteLovely Sherry! Regarding your comment after the poem, I suspected your heart is very bewitchable, lol.
ReplyDeleteHa! I want some of what you are having! (Sounds great!) Take care, K.
ReplyDeleteWow! This is awesome, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteWow! So sensual, sensational. You've changed my relationship with early autumn!.
ReplyDeletesmiles....i love autumn...so she can seduce me any day....but she always leaves...and i am cold after...smiles....ha
ReplyDeleteBewitched, bewitched, bewitched! No one can resist the warm colors of October. ;-D
ReplyDeleteYes, a sensual spell weaved with this one...beautiful
ReplyDeleteThe spell is cast!
ReplyDeleteA deeply intense Autumnal love affair
ReplyDeletemore real than reality
Sherry, this poem proves that it's a total fabrication that your heart is unbewitchable. just saying. :)
ReplyDeleteI really like the contrast here between the tired old heart and the vibrancy of the month in personification. But I'm with Marian.
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I am also bewitched by autumn's call and magical words...:)
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful comparison, Sherry! Loved it.
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