Eccentric eyes

An Iambic heptameter verse.

Eccentric eyes

He felt her, molding in his mind, through sorcery and guise;

the gorgeous and deceptive maid, out of his poems leapt

confusion causing in his thoughts, her almond eyes of vice,

theatrical eccentric play, and Shakespearean script.

Enchanting, her Medusa comb with serpents was becrowned,

two wolfish fangs protruded when her dismal glance she gleamed

her howling lifted in the air as sharp as ultrasound,

abruptly, thus, out of his eyes, eccentric feelings streamed.

In order to enchant the maid, he started dancing jazz

he wore a Capri pair of pants and fuchsia cotton shirt

behind his ear a daisy bore, with splendor and pizzazz,

his smile allowed three golden teeth to shine virile and pert.

Eccentric was his dance for her, outside the discotheque,

with eyes that squinted humorous, he jumped par amor'

the serpents twisted happily and hissed to bedeck

the Saturday performance of his sandals on the floor.

Delighted was her evilness, the snakes their eyes becrossed

because his eccentricity prevailed in logic since

his golden teeth the creatures stunned, ensorcelled and embossed,

and in the maiden's frozen heart, he was transformed to Prince.

© 2014-10-06, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved

(Iambic heptameter)

Author's Note

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