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Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
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"She's finally here!" Sue claps as we all rise
from our seats and walk to the Ballroom.
There they are, atop the marble steps!
Queen Donna and Dean of proud Vesian,
both dressed in bright red. The couple faces
each other with loving smiles as the cacophony
of cheers and claps echoes through the great
Luciuscemi Palace.

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From afar, I study Donna's beautiful gown;
the shade of wine, made of velvet, her sleeves
long and puffed. Her bodice embrodiery is
extraordinary; patterned with red Rose of Vesian,
but since her marriage, she added a white
one. The embrodiery comes alive under the
light of chandelier; glittering with intricately
cut rubies and agates and sunstones for
Donna's red roses, emeralds and peridots
for the coiling stems and thorns, quartz
and white opals and moonstones for
the white roses.

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Her hair in a curly updo, ringlets framing
her wise and kind face with a simple white
diamond tiara resting upon her head; a simple
rose chain and earrings to complete her look.
In contrast, King Dean wears a deep crimson
coat of red and white roses brocade that falls
past his knees and above his ankles;
slits on the sides  and on the back as well,
I imagine. I can see the black lining
underneath that fine coat.
Part 9 is done! ^-^
Enjoy!
Lyn ***
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
A smell so delicious,
Persues the kiddies around the lounge.
Wafts from the kitchen.
Such luscious aromas.
Fresh pastry, as mince pies she's baked.

The tree pined longingly for a special relationship.
This Christmas had to find itself a home.
Where it was warm and cosy.
To stand outside no more.
Safe indoors from winter's storms.
It stood as a puff ball of needles.
Malachite and emerald.
Peridots of stars that sparkle.
Free-standing tall, stuck in a *** of soil,
Waiting to be decked in tinsel.
Let the belled garlands ******.
While the tree top lights twinkle

Where peeping neighbour's could be nosy.
To spy in through the windows of the house next door.
Check out their tree and their presents for sure.

While the turkey roasted in the foil.
Smell the children's excitement.
Senses all a flare.
Sound of ripping wrapping without even a care.
Excitement of children and adults.
Ready for Christmas day!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Midsummer - when the children
fold the fields with their
flowers and their warmer love.
Waiting, waiting for a girl to call.

Summer - I saw as the briefcase mobs beat
the sidewalk clay until it dries. Still drying
out from the sake last Friday; like hanging fish, limp like mother’s washing,
Calling, calling their lover on sizzling metal lines in the cloudless, blue sky.

My life - short skirts with petunias lined up with a girlish fever,
Never caring for leather and suits blasting out on the TV shop,
Peridots on my mind, sweet roses and candied sesame.
Sizzling, sizzling like weathered, withering Western waters.

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Childhood - I saw it flash a million lifetimes
ago - every hour a red sun’s kissing blur -
while father’s out on the open waters, dwindling, diving nose-first - a warrior.
Weathered, weathered like the bottoms of ships beating the blinking seas.

Atomic - my life as it whistled before me -
All went silent before his deafening blast,
Kites singed by a little boy’s blunt force - he
Left me blinking, blinking for my cracked heart to fill out like gold kintsugi.

— The End —