Sonnet 294

I sit, pen poised before a blank white canvas
My mindful muse now mixing words of hue
That I might paint some ageless mystic mantras
To conjure forth pure images of you;
So here a dab of light to crown your grace
And there a glint of brightness on your smile,
A splash of blush across that peerless face
And shadows soft to every soul beguile.
A touch of crimson moistens loving lips
The richest chestnut strengthens arching brow,
A grand collage to launch a thousand ships,
Sweet bowsprit set to best all beauty’s prow,
And so upon the palette of my mind
I blend by love what painted words enshrine.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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