A Blason poem is a genre that praises or critiques an object, often through a list of attributes or images that describe the subject in detail. Historically, it was used to describe parts of a woman’s body, using metaphors to highlight each feature. The form, originating in French Renaissance poetry, often consists of short, catalog-like lines that might be 8 or 10 syllables long and culminates in a sharp conclusion or epigram.
My Man
His brow, a fortress strong and high,
Where reason sharp and clear does lie.
Eyes, twin fires that light the night,
Burn steady, fierce, and full of might.
His hands, the earth within them spans,
Calloused and firm, from hard work plans.
A chest that stands as hills of stone,
The breath of strength, the heart’s own throne.
His voice, the ocean’s rolling call,
Commanding tides, yet calm in all.
Each step, a rhythm firm and sure,
A force that time itself endures.
And yet, beneath this strength, a soul,
So soft, so gentle, pure, and whole.
WoPoLi 
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