Seemingly red suits me.
Only its deeper tones seen
best in Papa Meilland roses
before petals are full-blown.
My colouring, neither dark nor light
just tending to adumbral.
A solitary, shady sort of lady,
tropical-tempered, apassionata prone.
And honed in a hybridized way
where lion meets dragon halfway
at birth, in ruby-eyed July.
Yes I can fly, high-most where skylarks
trill top notes. Over cornfields,
paper-edged with poppy and at the end
of ribboned strings, catching the wind.
You just have to let me go.
Carrie has given us this lady in red photo as prompt for today's' Sunday Muse #155
22 thoughts on “Ruby-eyed July”
Wonderful language: “One of those solitary, shady kinds of lady” – great play. And “that hybridizing way lion / takes half with dragon, at birth / in ruby-eyed July”
ahh you picked up on the Leo meets water dragon bearing birthstone!
This catches me–those last lines lift right off the screen.
thank you – the ending took itself off almost by itself!
Breathtaking poetry ….. your words took flight and ruby-eyed July is beyond great.
thank you for taking breath to comment so kindly Helen
Oh Laura this is a stunning poem. “Ruby Eyed July” is a wonderful title and line!! The ending closes it all beautifully! Thank you for thinking of me. I am feeling much better today. 🌹
this was a ruby gem of a prompt – thank you for that and glad to hear you are (almost) back in the pink again
Loved the feeedom of this piece Laura.
champing at the bit here so this image was just what I needed
A tropical-tempered shady lady, hybridized and ruby-eyed. Ah, she sounds lovely and ready to fly!
yes and flighty too 😉
This is wonderful. I can imagine it with jazzy music as background!
thank you Shay – perhaps you hear ‘fly me to moon’
You’ve woven a detailed and alluring persona in the lady in the image. A very enjoyable read.
there’s something about the lady in red 😉
I agree with the last line(s). You had me running for the dictionary at ‘adumbral’. Beautiful. The whole thing.
always good to add to our lexicon – thanks for looking
Your poem has such a feeling of freedom. It is exactly what I needed today.
come fly with me Susie 🙂
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