Leopards like your ribboned hat.
Sun warms the straw and your grassland hair.
The ribbon is blue and moves the way a windy sky moves.
Your hips move the way a leopard moves
across the grassland
under the sky.
Leopards like your ribboned hat
from a storefront head on a city street.
You saw it and sighed, your eyes the blue of a windy sky.
Now leopards move the way your ribbon moves
the way your hips move
on a city street.
Leopards like your ribboned hat.
They move the way a windy sky moves,
slipping through your grassland hair like windy suns.
They move the way your ribbon moves.
The way your hips move.
Leopards move.
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for this.
I love the way your mind moves
ReplyDeleteI just read it over and over and enjoy it more each time.
ReplyDeleteOhhh! I love leopards. And this most gorgeous of poems with its shifting images.
ReplyDeletea slinky sky is keen
ReplyDeleteSo many wonderful lines but "slipping through your grassland hair like windy suns" is glorious!!
ReplyDeleteYour poem has a wonderful rhythm to it, Shay, that makes me want to dance – in fact I’m moving around in my seat! I love the description of the blue ribbon moving ‘the way a windy sky moves’. Leopards and a ribboned hat have made my morning.
ReplyDeleteVery seductively done, your repetitions beating the rhythm deep inside your words..
ReplyDeleteThis is so well-conceived, Shay. It is a poem I might wait a lifetime to read and be completely satisfied when I did. The interplay of images, so like the interplay of coloured strands is perfection.
ReplyDeleteI wish that I had written this.
ReplyDeleteThe way leopards move......your poem undulated through my mind in the same way.
ReplyDeleteI read this several times, and it keeps getting better. The rhythm is dancing.
ReplyDeleteall of it, but the title and first line just grab me. I read it as a simile, and the static and yet movement is so striking ~
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