Today's poem, the fifth for National Poetry Writing Month, was inspired by my high school nickname; The Pokey Flamingo. These birds are...a little peculiar. And, I believe, everyone is entitled to a little peculiarity.
Please enjoy <3
Flamboyance
Written 04.05.2022
Long, nimble legs
tiptoe through liquid glass
like two straws
penetrating the aqueous marble.
They slurp up
every blushing hint
of rose-colored brine,
and fill the floating,
cotton candy body above -
rubescent, and
furnished with fulgurant feathers,
that rise further still
into a slender, arching,
serpentine pipette.
Adorned with bright,
lemon eyes,
and an ebony,
filter-feeding nozzle;
These bubblegum-colored
straws and tubes,
with taffy pipettes
and inky nozzles,
filled with the florid fuschia
of far-off lagoons
engender the peculiarity
that is the fine-feathered
flamingo.