Serena Malcolm

A handsome man in a Peruvian hat,
In the farthest corner from me is sat,
His uniform hugs his chiselled figure,
His emerald eyes are growing bigger,
As he spies me watching like I’m not,
As I coyly fiddle with my strawberry top,
A sultry smile with curious intention,
Is flashed so suavely in my direction,
I note the sparse dove grey of his ghastly miter,
As it’s removed in a smooth and graceful gesture,
But all at once I’m filled with dread,
As I catch sight of his wounded head,
I part my lips as he strides my way,
But he pre-empts what I’m about to say,
“Forgive me for my awful scar,
I’ve battled a lifetime to get this far,
But I believe I lived that we might meet,
For my heart near stopped; it skipped a beat,
When I saw you, my suffering died a death,
Unequal, bittersweet, you stole my breath.
I swear by the cruel and incised moon,
If you feel nothing, I’ll bid you good afternoon,
But if you feel as I do, and your eyes say I’m right,
Defending your heart will be the last war I fight.”

This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to include the name of at least one variety of sea shell (which have some pretty wild names). I chose the following:

Peruvian Hat
Strawberry Top
Sparse Dove
Ghastly Miter
Unequal Bittersweet
Incised Moon