Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Four Leaf Clover

Colin was a witty lad and suave
Poetic voice stirs his gentle love
Blue gaze lit like the sky
Irish twinkle in his eye
Lady swoons and flocks to his island

Spinning verses on her skin, ink spills
Bag pipes drifting in the clouds, they thrill
A clover for her hair
She dances with flair
Kisses blowing as the parade marches by

Happy St. Patrick's Day all : )

6 comments:

Kilauea Poetry said...

Your head (thankfully)..what a dreamy acrostic!! I love it! Happy St. Pat's Day!! Thanks for waking me up too. I really like how the last part just takes you away-
(btw)I sent your prompt to my Blackberry yesterday afternoon, then sat in the corner staring. Sometimes it's like that? Anyway..I've been thinking, lol-

Kilauea Poetry said...

Gosh..weird- Sorry..that was suppose to be (your ahead!)! What's up with mine..ha

JStar said...

Great tribute to St Patty's day here :) Love it...

C Will said...

Hey WG,
Love the line "Bag pipes drifting in the clouds, they thrill" Happy St. Patrick's Day to all.!!:p well done

septembermom said...

You really captured the spirit of the day! Wonderful!

Thanks so much for your prayers and friendship. It really means the world to me :)

Brosreview said...

Ah, fantastic! Great imagery here!