A Prose Poem
A brook rushes down the rouged, rhythmic smile to plunge into sparkle of eyes, veins; retina; iris suffused in hints of coral sound
the corners of lips lilt with peachy tinted cheekbones, heart foams up for a peek into rosy, charcoal framed eyes
the dewy red in hair parting and white of jasmine braid ripple in marigolds reflecting geometrical stains of sage green henna in hands clinking now and then
flushed ears wearing golden words with sheen of silver wishes by nears and dears, fingers plucking honey-hued lushness of happenstance
to be lost into the bursting flavours of springtime budding of bonds by the spectrum of the unfathomable blue mirroring whole sky.
In response to the Wednesday prompt “the colour says it all” by J.D. Harms in Scrittura.
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Era Garg April 2021
