Metaphor Stew Poem by Jan Sand

Metaphor Stew



A black cleaver
In the tropics
Severs day from night
In one chop.
Here, near the pole,
Daylight swaggers into dusk
Slowly lifting its skirts
To exhibit its red petticoat
And pink underwear
As if to tempt one
Over the horizon
To follow the orange yolk
Of the setting sun
Dropping into
The frying pan of the sea

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aftab Alam Khursheed 21 May 2013

Well Jan Sand, Metaphor Stew, Its really so the movement of sun from dawn to dusk u delineated in a beautiful manner with the symbol and metaphor, stew is delicious and tasty keep it up

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