When I read the prompt yesterday, I knew I'd write about my daughters, and I knew it had to be in poetic form. Due to different problems, yesterday I was unable to sit down and work on the idea, but the poem kept flying in my head. Today, after a long proofreading assignment, I sat down to draft, not quite sure that I'd pull it off. I started by looking up for synonyms of the word "brown". Somehow, I wanted to include as many synonyms as possible (something I have done before in other poems).
This is the result (it took me more than five minutes, of course):
Hazel Princesses
Whose eyes are these? You think I should them know.
They look at me in loop six years apart.
They are my girls no matter how they grow.
Their chestnut stare a-stealing my poor heart.
One came like beams of chestnut in the fall;
inquisitive soul that drove me loco.
The sweet transparency of amber’s call
the warm fragrance of cinnamon-cocoa.
The other came with winter’s copper cold
Strong-minded like a tall mahogany.
Those strong coffee eyes could shine like gold
and pull from dark the joy of comedy.
These hazel princesses see the world tan.
They’re the granddaughters of ginger-eyed Ann.
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