Ruby-eyed July

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 Comments on “Ruby-eyed July

  1. 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”

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  2. This catches me–those last lines lift right off the screen.

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  3. 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. 🌹

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  4. A tropical-tempered shady lady, hybridized and ruby-eyed. Ah, she sounds lovely and ready to fly!

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  5. You’ve woven a detailed and alluring persona in the lady in the image. A very enjoyable read.

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  6. I agree with the last line(s). You had me running for the dictionary at ‘adumbral’. Beautiful. The whole thing.

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  7. Your poem has such a feeling of freedom. It is exactly what I needed today.

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