Purple Lace

Night weaves a web of purple lace

in window of twilight's hour

As dancing shadows embrace

In belfry of a moonlight tower.

 

Lavender mist begins to swirl

as gloaming begins to fade

The Spanish moss begins to curl

 secret whispers in night cascade.

 

Violet eyes in dark of night

watch as scent of magnolia creep

Passion begins to tenderly bite

free spirits of restlessness weep.

 

Night weaves a web of purple lace

By morning dew there is no trace.

 

 

Author's Note

thank you for reading...Rose

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

sweet Magnolias Syber! your night has woven some magical charms and i am in love again ;) your poem raises my awareness of dramatic yet subtle changes wrought on the the earth and its plants .. i can hear them curling and moving .. unfurling and closing .. and in the dawn the magic is gone :(
but oh what a night!!! :)
E.

[SyberRose]

Thank you E. and so nice to hear from you today as always...thanks for peeking in...Rose

[Dave]

You have a magical way of tantalizing the reader with the lovely mental images you create. I could feel becoming one with the dancing shadows, breathing in the scent of the flowers and the aroma of love. No you don't come outright and say it, but it's there. Beautifully done!

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much again Dave...appreciate your comments...Rose

[jeannemarie coulter]

very well penned...the cool images sing their own song

[SyberRose]

thank you Jeannemarie for your nice comments and for peeking in tonight...Rose

[Trace]

Really enjoyed the sing song rhythm of this poem,

very nicely done,

Trace

[SyberRose]

Thank you again for peeking in...appreciate your nice comments Trace...Rose

[wordman]

well rose you painted a beautiful scene of love here,great write

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much...you must have been reading this as I was reading yours...Rose

[wordman]

you are welcome

[Richard🖌]

Goodness, Rose!

What more beautiful words and phrasing of word-painting could there be than this, which you've so wondrously, skillfully stroked upon the canvas of our minds, dancing vividly across and down the page?
I do not know the answer, because I cannot conceive of any.

Such a softly ethereal atmosphere your magically creative mind, heart, and spirit have lured us into … there is a sensation of virtually floating through each line and verse.
I have no way of knowing, of course, if this is what you had in mind, but it sure feels good!

Gosh, Rose, I sincerely love this piece, and I gift you my warmest thanks for allowing us the pleasure of sharing it with you … big hugs! ~ Richard

[SyberRose]

Thank you Richard for that sweet review...so glad you loved it...make me feel good...Rose

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, were they there or not?
mystical apparitions meeting in the night shadows...the scent of love is evidence....in the morning...no trace.

[SyberRose]

thank you so much Jacob...so glad you enjoyed and for peeking in tonight...Rose

[Daisygirl]

Amazing imagery! I loved all the descriptions, they really made the poem come alive.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Brilliantly beautiful work, you paint an image in my head that is breathtaking.

Nice to see you on the cafe, it has been a while.

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much Dale...yes it has been a while and nice to see you again too...Rose

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are welcome :)

[Soma-ko]

Lovely as always Rose. Purple is actually one of my favorite colors, and violet eyes would be wonderful to get lost in. This poems feels mischievously sweet. Enjoyed.

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much Soma...and so nice hearing from you as always...glad you enjoyed...Rose