What makes her so

She approached, softly,
a pink flamingo perched
upon a frozen lake, each step
a fluid motion creating
a sensual languid moment,
the tableau hers alone,
time stopped to watch,
oceans ceased movement,
the air held its breath,
she is the whisper of mist,
lilac scented crystal dew,
a lover’s passionate sigh,
the space she occupies, a
captivating sacred temple,
where others fail, what
makes a woman so, what
magic does she possess,
in a field of weeds,
she is that one blossom
standing alone, rising
above the common grass,
her entrance silences a room,
it is not beauty, it is grace,
that indefinable essence of a woman.

©2014, Donald Harbour

Remembering Wanda Hawley

Wanda Hawley, 1920, silent movie star. You are remembered.

Blue Wanda, you are nectar,
That sweet cusp of desire,
You, tucked in violet petals,
Perched upon a delicate stem,
Rooted in Hollywood’s vermicelli,
You waited for the sting of love,
Thirsted for that drop of dew,
Quivering in life’s passing breeze,
Blue Wanda you captivate the heart,
Posed only in a fading still photo.
Born in the soil of Bacchus,
You soften our existence,
Your twin star yet shines in bloom.

©2011, Donald Harbour