An escaped peacock
Stands in his might
One hundred eyes
Measure each path
Beams to balance
Delicate ribs on which
Silken stories
Are prophesied
A sun thrown wide
Streaming rays
A fortune of ribbon
Slipping like a dragon river
across the sky
Held by the heart
The way
Is uncertain
And certain
Simultaneously
Stills captured
And gifted to memory
The rest
Unresolved and uncoloured
Part child.
The past reaches forward
Ink on a page
In the rain
And the sea wheeling off the cliffs
Has her mind
The feathered edges of waves colliding
Peel skyward
momentarily
A peacocks tail.
About the Creator
Elsa Michaela | @surfthought
When you hear a song
One that stops you in your tracks
That seems spoken from your own mind
Do you listen and listen again?
Follow its streams until a tide,
Inside you
Rushes to fill in the small hollow parts
…Yeah, me too
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