Queen Of The Skies

Okay. Don't yell at me. This is really weird. My Mum came over to me saying 'write me a poem!! About nature, and the sky!!' So I tried. And it's weird. So, before anyone says anything, it's all metaphorical. I'm actually talking about the sky.


She's a sultry seductress when the mood takes hold;
dressed in passion pink and mellow mauve. The eyes of
the sunrise have the power to hypnotise and mystify,
with just one swift midsummers breeze... empty air
that laces its fingers through crowds of whispering
bluebells and rasping trees. The atmosphere is hers.
Quiet and alluring and crisp with anticipation.

The clouds scream into consciousness at her touch;
bleeding emotion over souls with nothing but vibrant
emerald jackets to shelter them from the intensity.
She's frantic and pacing with worry. Her nerves are
fraught and she takes it out on the ground. Blades
of grass dance to the beat of the thunder and wriggling
roots lap up liquid attention. Her eyes have drained
to sailor blue and deathly grey; she'll sleep when
the drumming ends and the clouds need the warmth.

Fashions come and go, but she always opts for thick,
black fabrics through December. Vivid sienna and
firey crimson were so last season, darling; they just
don't induce the pretty snow showers. Jack Frost is
nothing but her work experience assistant, and takes
orientation training in icy breathing and frozen
watercolours. He's not quite ready for the challenge
of putting his talents to glass, and instead weaves
his webs on asphalt canvas.

She's queen of the skies with the atmosphere at her
side. Never did she intend to choke continents with
rainfall or cast black magick over innocent lands, but
everyone makes mistakes, right? Her inability to follow
the barometer's predictions has always wreaked havoc
with the world below her... but the horizon will always
be subject to her moods.

That's pretty cool, really.

Wow.
That's really good.

Whoa. That is awesome. Really. Friggin' awesome. I looooooovvvveeee it.

purty sweet poem u got there, miss!

This is driving me nuts... I must do this or I will scream. (Not really... but what the hey?)

"She's a sultry seductress when the mood takes hold;
dressed in passion pink and mellow mauve. The eyes of
the sunrise have the power to hypnotise and mystify,
with just one swift midsummers breeze... empty air
that laces its fingers through crowds of " (WHISPERING)
"bluebells and rasping trees. The atmosphere is hers.
Quiet" (COMMA) "alluring and crisp with anticipation. "

Other than those two things, your description of the sky rocks.

Amazing... AGAIN. You make it so easy to picture the sky's moods.

Thank you everyone. I wasn't very sure of this one.

And to Jaguire13, it was intentional. I didn't want to break it up with a comma. I wanted it to be all as one. I'm not sure. I know it's bad grammar but I didn't like the sound of it with a pause from a comma. And, hey, I hardly make spelling mistakes, but I wanted to post it before I left to work on my fiction and didn't spell check it. Probably should've done.

wow