Saffron

A rare hue scarce seen, save in dreams or on canvas.

As rare and precious of that finest of spices.

Lizzie Sidall, yet more vibrant.

Potent. Hair of a Goddess.

So potent and lingering, my eyes are

still suffused .

Such were my thoughts, presented with auburn haze.

Then she turned, and her glowing blossomed, as the sun at dawn-

Changing everything.

 

Copyright Tom Tide 2017

 

2 Comments Add yours

  1. An impressive poem. Made more so by the Pre-Raphaelite imagery.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Tom Tide says:

      Thank you very much Roland. Glad you appreciated it.

      Liked by 1 person

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