HAYWIRE

Dark mystical eyes, bronzed skin.
Silk sari with shades of green,
Draping it around, she did preen.
Encircling thin golden chain
on her waist added to the sheen

Movement graceful, fluid and flowing.
Hair: dark, wavy and cascading,
Amber sunset lights flickering;
Richness of her sari, magical and reflecting;
Happiness within her bubbling and spilling.

Suddenly her joy was under attack.
Every plan of hers went awry and off track;
She slipped, almost damaging her back.
She lay on the bed, her mood so black,
Chewing her lower lip, looking at the almanac!