Milday

An enchantment of a person,
a goddess of wit, grace, honour set among us.
Gloves of crimson imply the blood
dripping off the tips of her sweet butterfingers.
Silver folds of satin, ivory drapes of silk,
pink sleeves crafted by a latin,
reach up and scrape the sky
only to have golden shimmer fall and rest
at her feet with silent sigh.

Intricate a pattern,
diamonds cut and squared,
sketching some map 
of vague and formless quality paired
with bullion tined spools of dithering locks
bounding about her frameless face,
the shine dressed not the woman but
the woman dressed the shine.


~ History Poems