Anyone who loves
Beware of a sinking heart.
Cold hearts
Dance on a golden charm.
Embracing the icy spoils of
Forgiveness, like the halting piercing.
Gaining a hold of your
Heart when a lover's tiff
Instantly goes wrong and
Journeys to a time when the
King led his son into a ripple of
Love, beguiling true love
Mastering a knight of
Necessary plight
Of romantic kisses
Ploughing its way onto a
Quiet fair maiden's
Rippling red lips and
Subtle quenching upon her cheeks
Torn sweetness
Under her skin
Vivid as the brightness of the sun.
Xylophone charms like it was
Yesterday one more time,
Zizzling upward like a hot rhyme.
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer with a BA in Arts & Humanities (specialism Creative Writing), studying for an MA in Creative Writing, writes poetry and fictional short stories. The author of Time to Run, The Island of Love, Darkness, and The Non-Human.
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Comments (4)
Nice one, Denise!
This was such a brilliantly executed Abecedarian! Loved your wonderful poem!
A good choice of words in this poem. Well done.
A lovely interesting poem about women in love.