The beast prowls the verdant forest
Footfalls almost silent

Crimson cloaked
Humming a lilting melody
Inviting danger from the gloom

She dares to speak
Invites the wolf’s approach
Guileless in her curiosity

Scarlet mantle
Vivid in the dim forest
A testament to life

His hunger mounts
Her presence stimulating his need

He chooses his time
For the moment to be ripe
Charming her chaste heart

This piece was spawned after reading the Wonder?? Wednesday prompt at Poets United, which led me back to a previous challenge at With Real Toads.

“Dalliance with Helios’ Daughters”

Masque of the Four Seasons - Walter Crane

Eiar dances through grassy fields
her flesh blooming pink and gold but not yet ripe
leaving mortal man tempted to future pleasures
craving erotic delights
yet uncovered from floral treasures
her every movement spring’s reawakening personified

Her sister comes as summer’s heat builds
Theros in brilliant fruited glory
plump curves swing, heavy as fruit from a branch
drawing men to touch and caress
juice dripping from ravenous mouths
promises of ample bounty for all

Autumn’s sister comes, Phthinoporon
she flings her covers aside
exposes her sun-bronzed flesh aglow
dusted gold and stained crimson
dark eyes betraying growing melancholy
not assuaged by the comforts of mortal hands

At last pale Kheimon draws near
rapture has left her spent
a spray of silver magic paints her flesh
abandoned, she withdraws into winter
frigid moods exposed
leaving mortals longing for renewed heat

Inspired by a conversation about my previous poem Silver Magic, I’ve taken some of the themes from it and written a new piece. Also offered up to Sunday Whirl’s Wordle 66, and to the Sunday Scribble, which invites us to share treasures. Also linked up at d’Verse for Meeting the Bar – Balance, as I have written this in balanced stanzas.
Linked up at The Poetry Pantry (6/29/12)

The subject depicts the Horae, lesser goddesses attributed to the Seasons in Greek mythology, among other things.