The following was a response to a Valentine’s Day prompt from Margo Roby, Wordgathering: write a poem about love without mentioning the word, or using any other words of endearment.
The prompt quite unexpectedly resulted in a somewhat frivolous sonnet about a naive night, and one sleek and sly sunset. :-)
~Beware of the Sunset~
The shadows turning long, the sunset nears,
And leads the frightened night, she holds his hand,
He lights the candle, takes away her fears,
And on her finger puts a wedding band.
The shadows dance awakened by the flicker,
The eyes of night are dark, her pupils large,
She hears the silence speak, her ears trick her,
The words that ring: ‘betrayal,’ ‘pricey charge.’
She will not listen, will not want to know,
All that she knows and wants is solely him,
The fire burns, the face of night aglow,
The stars emerge to sing their glorious hymn.
The sunset leaves, he does not say ‘adieu,’
She longs for him until the morning dew.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur