PAGEANTRY OF CUES

PAGEANTRY OF CUES

She fashions wreaths from strands of moonbeams

Mirages embroidered on tapestries and exotic reams

Dragonflies to her are sprites with diaphanous wings

Pebbles and seashells to you, they're charms to her and magical things !

Stars to you, diamonds to her;

She calls them wands viridescent that which you call a tree

The shivery willow trees are ballerinas poised in the moonlight argentine

Fireflies are fairies sprinkling pixie dust on damask roses and jessamine

The moon to her is a burgeoning opal rose against the canvas of violet

The sun, a golden orb tempering at dusk to a crimson and scarlet

The summer breeze puffs the sails on her ships of veracity cruising away to glory

Her allegory is swathed with gossamer veils, quite extraordinary !

Drenching her dreams in the eventide hues of an elusive wonderland

Her lyrics are a panacea to storm-battered souls

On a quest for long lost fables and the mythical lores

Her quills are tridents scorching trails of electric truths

It's her wizardry of patterns lighting sparks in the hearts forthwith

Her heart's deeper than the ocean

Decoding every chant and paean

Higher than the sky and yonder empyrean,

Into the crystal ball she gazes for secrets of the galaxies to glean…

Fascinating you with metaphors and satires

Her truth is bold, raw and vivacious

She's a conjuror who has a trick up her sleeve

Holding her cards close she enchants you with her word weave

Master of disguises, she masks her words

You're left wondering and quite unsettled

"Did I just get knighted…

Or beheaded ruthlessly with her razor sharp sword !"

Pic Courtesy:ArtoonsInn Poetry Parlour

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