The Princess and the Paintbrush

by Aegis   Mar 8, 2019


My ears are abuzz with wood sprites
and water nymphs-

a conclave of mystic beings
too surreal to
articulate.

(But oh!

..how I wish I could draw the way
your lips took the shape of
the crescent moon
on a March
night..)

If only I had brushes,

instead
of
bruised lips.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Zia Mikaela

    excellent!

  • 2 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    Beautiful, mystical with vivid images...Congrats on the win!

  • 2 months ago

    by Daniel

    Fascinatingly evocative poem dude

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