I wait in the moonlight for your secret reign so that we may rise as one, toe to toe, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical vein of love.
– James Steerforth ( © 2010 )
Posted for One Single Impression and Reign.
Once again, there is a little story about the genesis of this poem.
Even though I like the word ‘reign’ very much and remembered having written a poem in which it occurred years ago, I was a bit lazy and decided not to dig for this poem (I wrote it before I had a PC, so the search would have entailed looking through volumes of annual poetic production).
Instead, I went for creative help on the Internet, feeding words – ‘reign’ included – into the Love Poetry Generator.
The result was mostly idiotic, but the last line had something I liked, and it is what I posted as the poem above after a tiny bit of substitution. One feature I was particularly delighted with was the misspelling of ‘magnificent’.