Today's prompt was to praise a person, place or thing we love. Tried several before settling on this. (I think I may have been influenced by Kenneth Koch here...!) And I've made up my own neologism - beautifulest.
In Praise of Poetry
Poetry is wild honey collected at dawn.
A blossom tree in a ghost estate.
Metaphorical morphine, on a drip intake.
Sweet as sugar boiled to a syrup.
As dark as coffee, double ristretto espresso
to be exact. A shot of perpetual pick-me-up.
As welcome as an unexpected green light.
As surprising as a red balloon
vying for sky in a grey city block.
As startling as a tiger's stripes up close in a zoo.
More intricately patterned than butterfly wings,
with more miniscule mechanisms than the insides of a clock.
As translucent and otherworldly as a jellyfish floating by
in a dark cavernous sea.
As iridescently coloured as a hummingbird in sunlight,
a flicker of dazed delight.
Truth, to the power of ten and multiplied by
a hundred thousand heartbeats.
More beautiful than the most beautifulest day.