Title: Thuy of Haiphong

Style: Elements of Droighneach, 13 syllable lines followed by 9 syllable lines, dunedh

Author: David Kute

Date: August 11th, 2024

About: A love poem about Do Thuy of Hanoi, Vietnam

Ten twenty-three my beauty was born though not for me

For the skies, for the lands, for the seas

Noble Thuy, a girl with strength, good judgment, and beauty

Ruddy and turquoise, chic stylish belle

She likes to roam freely, over fields in Haiphong

Independent, driven sunflower

She is an investigator, it’s her profession

In personal life, a Baba Vanga

Her heart burns with a passion, her benign smile gathers all

As she softens for those she holds dear

She spreads care around, sensitive to needs, generous

Lucky are those who cross paths, joyful

Her emotional depths, her control of feelings, sublime

She loves with fierceness to grand heights

She might have many wounds, but never surrenders, no

Optimistic, hopeful for the future

She’s fashionable at every turn, competent taste

While prone to exotic displays, loud

Hot pinks, lime greens, azure, and ruby apparel

Her beauty, expressed exquisitely

This intuitive, tender psychic beauty retreats

Upon being pushed or chased

Hunter or the hunted, that’s her, my kind of girl, yes

Push or pull, she is a master at

Now she hides or avoids what she doesn’t like or love 

A fierce wolf or a tender deer, pursue or run

Even if I get her, she doesn’t belong to me

Like her country she is able and free

Ten twenty-three my sweet belle has her birthday party

For vast sky, for green land, a journey