The Stones - Poem by Tracy Bucknell
See the woman in her shapley form,
Curves and bumps precisely adorned.
Eye's alight with khol and shimmer,
Lashes enhanced, every flutter a winner.
The hue of rose for a flush of blusher,
Lips defined to a gloss slimed pucker.
Ears embellished with amber drops,
That rolled down the stems of tree's long rotten.
Flecks that glint in the natural light,
That make her feel happy, free and bright,
Cleanse her soul, a light footed sprite.
Turquoise sits on her delicate wrist, intricate with a interesting twist.
The alloy infused as a lightening rod,
Protects from negatve energy and does it's job.
The volcanic stone as fragile as glass,
Given in friendship, a token of asteem,
Helps her realize a companion filled dream
Nestled in the kissing place, amidst her ample bosom.
With astral sheen, 'the teardop of the moon', innocence and purity.
Sits a pearl, she twiddles to give her surity.
Smooth, tactile, enticing a touch.
A single rain drop, born of a mollusc.
Look beneath the perfect form,
Right next to her beating heart.
For in a secret pocket in her bra,
She keeps the stones, that secure her, in part.
Agates nestle in a gem filled huddle.
Protection from the evil rabble.
Amethyst to help her be more aware, alight to a different realm.
Rose to heal her broken heart, and bring her love brand new.
Snakeskin to help her find lost love and keep it safe and true.
Last not least in it's warm soft seat,
Emerald gives her hope and foresight, the sacred stone of venus.
Reminding her of her comely charm and the differences between us.
Trinkets and baubles everyone,
Embellishments to help her shine,
Natures gems to heal the way
And make her feel wholesome to face the day :)) x
Comments about The Stones by Tracy Bucknell
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe