like a glowing pearl.
scents the air for blood
and bays a song of seduction.
guard well your nymphs
flushed pink with spring
and wild as the violets
braided in their hair.
Send music from your lyre in Zephyr's
hands. The beast will be hushed
as raindrops fall on his dreaming eyes.
the scent of musk and
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Poem Sketching
(my word group was violets, petrichor, nymph, flush, milk moon)