Romeo: Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
Love is rage and red,
the amber eyes of a screech owl
waiting for mice that never comes.
Love is midnight venom
wrapped in cotton
silk bowed words and growls at dawn;
love is sage,
you are love and love is you.
love wears plimsolls and a cotton dress
dances with the waves
and sleeps with sand on sun warm skin,
at other times love is ice
relentless hail or
the subtle way the morning fog
may glaze my face. Still
love is rage and red.
I’m hosting dVerse MTB tomorrow and the theme is metaphors. I want you to avoid similes and cliches. Make them strong and unique (be careful with moons and roses). Join us when we open at 3 PM EST.
September 13, 2017