This is one of my favorite poems. I don’t remember what inspired it and I don’t know where I got the vision for it (except Proverbs 31) but it’s one of the few poems I’ve written “perfectly” the first time, and even now, years later, there’s not a single word of it I’d change.
P.S. Check the alliteration!
Whirlwinds wickedly whip with weapon-like wrath
Wondrously, her calculating countenance concedes no contour of cowardice
Contesting the effectiveness of the electrical eddy enveloping everything
Elegantly displaying a deep-rooted determination to deliver daunting decisions devoid of dread, dooming darkness to decadence
Dutifully, she cradles a crying child, casually creating a climate of contentment
Continual fire-eyed faith freely flows full of finesse, formally fixing a feast for the fallen to feed on and flourish
Forever seeking her savior, a sure source of splendid strength
Her appearance is beyond that of beauty
Her love is the epitome of prosperity
Truly, her character gives her worth above rubies