Mirage

by Melpomene   Mar 1, 2011


All that was
likened to an orchid,
slumbered 'pon my bed

Though his eyes sung -
nothing like the stars,
for stars shone in darkness
while he would cower
'tween sheets and
mask himself behind a moon.

To say his eyes were
coffee would curse my tongue,
for they could never be
as smooth behind fine lines
that frowned with age.

They said his hair would be
as soft as silk and his
hands as sleek as leather,

though they never spoke of
dirt 'neath nails,
or the fingertips pricked
each time I'd caress his head.

and his lips were peach indeed
but they compared not to
the blossoms of my garden, nor
the flavorsome fruit I'd eat
on a summers afternoon.

While he tasted sweet,
I'd always taste sweeter -
for I could resist his mouth
but my mouth would never
resist a lamington.

All that I felt,
was nothing less than love,
for I saw a heart of beauty
and thorns -

and learnt the nature
of illusive comparisons.

`For an M&M Challenge - Inspired by "My Mistress Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun" by William Shakespeare.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Boy

    They said his hair would be
    as soft as silk and his
    hands as sleek as leather,

    for this stanza im giving you 5

  • 13 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Nice work, Mel...although comparisons are illusive, we as poets have no other means to describe the characteristics of our muses, do we? And it makes for such entertaining verses!

    well done,

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 13 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    Only the finest from you...like always...I don't even know what to say...they've said it all...breathtaking write... Love you..xx.

  • 13 years ago

    by Blissful

    Mel, I want to leave you a blissified long comment with my commenting every thing I liked and disliked but the only thing that comes to my mind after reading this poem is how amazing it is. I can see this published in a poetry book compiled with wonderful poets and can see myself reading it over and over and over again without getting sick of it. Your way with language, evoking emotion, everything just came as one into this poem and made for a masterpiece. This is worthy of a site win this week and it was perfectly worthy of the win in our club challenge.

    Your work always seems to outshine your last and that is something to say because each one of your pieces has become one of my favorites on this site. Keep leaving me amazed for I love it. :)

    Five.

  • 13 years ago

    by Lu

    "Mirage"

    I have such a love for titles, ones that hold uniqueness and pull the reader into the write.

    All that was
    likened to an orchid,
    slumbered 'pon my bed
    ^^
    Wonderful opening words. You always have that one little part of you, that says I am Mel ... in each poem I read.
    It sometimes may be, 'pon or lady beetles perhaps even a pastel tiger.
    And that is what makes your poetry unique and breathtaking

    While he tasted sweet,
    I'd always taste sweeter -
    for I could resist his mouth
    but my mouth would never
    resist a lamington.
    ^^^
    I love this part too Mel. I had no idea what a lamington was until ... google.

    and learnt the nature
    of illusive comparisons.
    ^^^
    Perfect ending !

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