STEEL MAGNOLIAS

STEEL MAGNOLIAS

Glistening in an ice storm with tarnished sirens endlessly burning, she's the chorus of every song

Lilting to the notes of operas, she's a crashing wild wave upon the rocks

Blazing butterflies in summer, red robins and cardinals in December, sparkle in her eyes cinereal

Mad as magic, strumming Gypsy chants and moor canticles,

Her heart beats are hymns of the autumn skies, blue orchids and argent moon slivers

Like the gentle streams and the birds that sing, she cruises the world and the seven seas

She's the map, a compass leading you to home and hearth…a safehouse and an oasis in arid deserts

The monarch and majesty of her love is an endless yearning, a distant reunion as that of the sea and sky on the horizon...

The rain and rivers in her eyes, the incessant rustling hum is a madding surging of her turbulent seas

In a raw summer of deserts where her seasons don't turn, it's a dawn of the roses as you bleed against her thorns

She waxes and wanes, eclipses at times, even puts on a show in her brimming opaline incandescence.

Under skies drenched in an ivory sheen, quivering in the wind, dripping with dew, there's a fierce winter in her heart where the glaciers don't thaw

A torrent, a thunder, she is an insane wroth of exotic horror—she's Lilith, Athena or Venus donning mantles of rhapsody and ecstatic sanity—an alembic conjuror

Riding through gales and howling winds, bludgeoning blizzards tremble at the fury in her smoldering eyes

Dripping valor from winy red fingertips, not all girls are made of sugar and spice

Empires are vanquished and monsters are quelled, donning flouncy gowns of black velvet and dark lace tasseled

Swift as lightning, swishing double edged swords like a warrior, crests and guilds name her a wild hunter!

Wearing a radiant rage and tempests in her hair, she's a deluge of lava, shooting silver tipped arrows from a quiver

Between rhythm and lyrics, a floating sweven of poetry–she's a riddle born of crusted ink, she's fragments of history…

Content with the triumph and the woman that she is, constellations are born to celebrate her magnificent victory !

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

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