Sonnet 294

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

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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