Week 2 of February’s love-themed poems continues this week with Kissed by Apricity.
If you caught the beginning of Apricity’s fabled tale explaining why the word apricity is not included in the dictionary, you might assume today’s first lines were written for Harold.
Having met her by the wintry seashore, Kissed by Apricity could easily be interpreted as Harold not wanting to leave the lovely February lady’s side. After all, she did introduce herself as Apricity, didn’t she?
The truth is, I wrote Kissed by Apricity five years ago. A short and sweet poem made up of three stanzas and twelve lines, it was impossible to pass up while conjuring this tale!
The second stanza of Kissed by Apricity temporarily moves away from the drama surrounding Apricity’s Seaside Tale.
It was a very chilly morning when I stood at the edge of a covered pier while enjoying the warmth of the sun after an exercise routine.
The word brume, another great winter word that caught my attention along with apricity, both were so evident on the morning that led me to write Kissed by Apricity. Not only was the sun warming me, but a magnificent thin gauze of mist floated above the ocean while the heat of my body visibly evaporated away from me. This is how these verses came to be.
But enough about me! Let’s move on to the last stanza of this poem so that I can get on with this seaside tale!
There’s more to be revealed about today’s poem Kissed by Apricity – scroll down for page 2.