Saturday, December 11, 2010

Temptress/Eleven Pipers

My eleventh day of Christmas has romance, longing, and a bit of suspense.

Temptress Eve-she does not lend
Matrimony of love-she does not send
Pine needles of Christmas past-they neither bend
Presents from the heart-she feverishly spends

How does love taste on her tongue?
A berry whose juices rot in her lungs
Queen of the pipers, eleven men fancy
But music does not provoke her heels dancing

Murmur of the heart-can it rise?
By all estimations she’s surprised
To find her love brimming with affection
Her spirit guided in a new direction


Kilauea Poetry said...

Pine needles that don't bend- ouch! Lol)- intriguing with some vivid imagery here!
Have a wonderful weekend-

Denise said...

You have a wonderful way of putting words together. Thanks for stopping by. It is a little warmer than yesterday here, 32 degrees F. :) Enjoy your weekend.

C Will said...

Hey WG,
Wow I love this piece it moves and flows so beautifully. Love can warm the coldest of hearts. well done!!:p

septembermom said...

oooh, very good. Love the second stanza especially.