Stage Fright

By curiouscue
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She untucks the strands of hair
from behind
her left ear.
They are brunette curtains
of curls
and locks
that her almond eyes carefully peek through
As you,
centre stage,
mighty and proud,
hop and twirl
a waltz of prose.
Basking,
in your rap of revel.
With her protective tassels
she hides the flush
and pink roses of your compliments that
sashay across the angles of her cheeks.
The blushed petals
pirouette
to the rhythm and
beat
of your ode.
Beneath the locks,
her left ear hears
the call
for her harmony,
for her to join
the duet.
They bloom and
lure her whilst
unravelling
those protective coils
that drape across the stage of her face.
And with your delicate bow
nearing the finale,
her locks
unlock.
Ready for the leap.
She is a cannon of springs and whirls, and lust that
dance
towards the curtain call of your chestnut eyes.
And you,
a beam to her limelight,
tuck the strands of hair back, behind
her left ear.
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Hi - welcome to ABC Tales!
Hi - welcome to ABC Tales! Getting your work out there can be intimidating, but we're a friendly bunch on here!
There's a lot to admire in this. Some of the word pictures are lovely - I particularly liked 'brunette curtains of curls'. You've obviously put a lot of thought in to the structure, and the way the circle completes at the end is nice. I got the idea almost of a dance, but I didn't get much of a feel of urgency or explosiveness at the end. But poetry is so subjective, and each reader has a different experience. It's a lovely start to hopefully a long association with the site!
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