The Shadow of a Peacock

The peacock of myth and legend

Hangs on the branches of life

He whispers to spirits of nature

And sips in the blood of time

Holding mysteries in his crest

His feather’s eye tells of the future

He glides with majestic grace

As he calls to the winds of life

 

The peacock of lore and dreams

Remains on the window sill of creativity

He hums to the hearts of desire

And inhales the wine of inspiration

Embracing secrets in his eyes

His fringe tells of the past

He becomes a shadow on the tree of memory

As he clings to the soul of a poet

 

April 6, 2012

© Forbidden Poet

Author's Note

Inspired by and written for my cousin/bestie Joy! =)

Reviews

[FireFly]

I adore the last two lines.. "He becomes the shadow on the tree of memory; As he clings to the soul of a poet." It wraps up the whole thing nicely. As a whole, it had a kind of mysterious vibe, like something is hidden in plain sight. Very well done :)

[joshua deathdealer]

A very magical and well written piece.

[devon]

It was so beautifully written and sounds majestic when read aloud.

You use such great imagery, though I had to reread a few times to let it all really "sink in".

Nice writing! :)