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Post edited 1:41 PM - December 11, 2009 by Sheri
Post edited 1:43 PM - December 11, 2009 by Sheri

Reine de Fleur

Regal in posture, classic allure, dripping in petal couture.Distinguished in red,Draped, in garnet- hinted demure.

I, as passerby. Stop and sigh. The bewitched observateur.

Velveteen-vermilion, tufted velor, thread- reds galore, in semitones, of a warm blushed-flush.

Red-hot; stiletto sepals,show-off, satiny silk petals,in crimson-crush.

A chenille, chartreuse-tulle,brocades a Paris- green stem,accenting a cinnabar rose gem. 

I, as passerby. Stop and Cry! (In dread)

Curved -shaped thorns,climbing jaded stalks, are obscured by clustered leaves.

I beleive, my arm can weave,past claw-like nettles,even though I am aggrieve, in the throes of trepidation.

A silver glint, of a thorny tip. ( an obvious hint)The harbinger of distress, warns my careless finger!Of blood- torn flesh...

Voila! In my hand. I paroled, a cajoled, Crimson red rose.As I dress, a tussled tress, to impress my ear.This flower queen, is extolled. 

I, as passerby. Stop and sigh. In haute couture .

By S.R.J/K Copyright 2009.

					

so many…BIG…words…*ears start smoking*