She Was Very Strange, and Beautiful
by Michael R. Burch
She was very strange, and beautiful,
like a violet mist enshrouding hills
before night falls
when the hoot owl calls
and the cricket trills
and the envapored moon hangs low and full.
She was very strange, in a pleasant way,
as the hummingbird
flies madly still ...
so I drank my fill
of her every word.
What she knew of love, she demurred to say.
She was meant to leave, as the wind must blow,
as the sun must set,
as the rain must fall.
Though she gave her all,
I had nothing left ...
Yet I smiled, bereft, in her receding glow.
Originally published by Romantics Quarterly, Tucumcari Literary Review, Poetry Podium, The Neovictorian/Cochlea, The Eclectic Muse, PW Review, Numbat (Australia), The People’s Poet (England), Nutty Stories (South Africa), Poetry Life & Times
Keyword/Tags: Strange, beautiful, violet, mist, hills, moon, love, wind, sun, rain, night, owl, cricket, hummingbird
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 5:17 AM UTC
She Was Very Strange, and Beautiful
by Michael R. Burch
She was very strange, and beautiful,
like a violet mist enshrouding hills
before night falls
when the hoot owl calls
and the cricket trills
and the envapored moon hangs low and full.
She was very strange, in a pleasant way,
as the hummingbird
flies madly still ...
so I drank my fill
of her every word.
What she knew of love, she demurred to say.
She was meant to leave, as the wind must blow,
as the sun must set,
as the rain must fall.
Though she gave her all,
I had nothing left ...
Yet I smiled, bereft, in her receding glow.
Originally published by Romantics Quarterly, Tucumcari Literary Review, Poetry Podium, The Neovictorian/Cochlea, The Eclectic Muse, PW Review, Numbat (Australia), The People’s Poet (England), Nutty Stories (South Africa), Poetry Life & Times
Keyword/Tags: Strange, beautiful, violet, mist, hills, moon, love, wind, sun, rain, night, owl, cricket, hummingbird