Night and the peacock

A poetic series inspired by twitter prompts

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Moonlight falls,

filtered by branches,

dusting the leaves with silver,

the silence filled with bats’ wings.

 

Like darkness split by lightning,

the silence shattered by your voice

into a million star-like shards,

ice-cold,

razor-sharp.

 

Peacock you,

your colours glitter,

metallic carapace,

plumes brocade-stiff,

screeching your rage at useless wings,

cursing your discordant voice.

 

Loud your stumbling flight,

awkward and abrupt.

Your throat dries

as the blackbird trills a river;

shamefaced

your colours clash with the morning.

Published by

Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

2 thoughts on “Night and the peacock”

  1. “Like darkness split by lightning,

    the silence shattered by your voice

    into a million star-like shards,”
    Absolutely Beautiful!!!!! – Cezane

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