Is Tarah

Hip And Free

Muslin light, balletic tip to toe,
Fluttering slipstream as days flowed,
Her breezy limbs caught a poet’s nose…
Picking a canvas he wrote,
‘My ageing neighbor is a ripe rose.’

‘Blithe she is as if youth lost
Has accentuated her gait of thoughts
And removing the gown of petals… shifted
Attention roundly to the waist,
To which dancing limbs connect.’

‘They make slender eye-music
That echoes off my lips,
With pointed reach call to the ballroom
The pen and colored inks… for a romantic spin.
Wish she knew I am a lifelong sucker for rosehips.’

– Bolbul