Her Eyes
Misty and wet,
a low fog
hanging over
a still pond
in early hours
of the morning
Subdued,
dew drops
on a black rose
dim light playing
on the back
of a dark jewel
Hazy,
lazy orbs
traveling
in vast space
twinkling
a stray star
from a far
universe
Glistening,
a piece of glass
a sliver of silver
sinking in a lake
of crude oil
Smoldering
softly, darkly
coal at the end
of a long night
dying
Flickering flames
the last stand
of a great blaze
Pleading proudly
and naked
but walking
not running
for shelter,
unblinking
She liked it.
© Yahia Lababidi
(Image: Pixabay)
My poem is in response to a writing prompt by @CarolKean: https://steemit.com/keangaroo/@carolkean/she-liked-it-keangaroo-writing-contest-prompt-prize-pool