02 Mar


She is more magical

than a sticky-winged butterfly

unfolding from its hard shell,

the vivid arc of a bright rainbow

after the storm,

the muscular power of a thoroughbred

thundering across a field,

a full silver moon sailing

across a velvet night sky,

a virgin fall of powdery snow

awaiting my skis,

the scent of freshly cut grass

at the end of a summer’s day,

a glass of brunello di montalcino

sipped by the fire,

the staccato gunfire of high heels

crossing a marble floor,

a newly emerged desert flower

ephemeral in the sand.


She is more magical

than fervent wishes

unexpectedly coming true.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a new post. But sometimes there is magic.

Art by Gianni Strino


Posted by on March 2, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life


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5 responses to “Magical

  1. SCM

    March 2, 2020 at 7:21 pm

    I love it! Thank you for sharing your thoughs…


    Liked by 1 person

  2. thereluctantpoet

    March 4, 2020 at 2:50 am

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. eragoddesoflove

    August 13, 2020 at 10:53 pm

    Smiling… Thank you

    Liked by 1 person


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