Red Peacock

Red peacock pinions

Aflame…as though kin

To phoenix, and steaming

With battle’s blood…

Too many wars for remembrance.

Stench of fatigue changes

In the fire, transformed to ocean’s

Pungent tang, salty and pure…

She feels sea breeze lift her weightless;

Rising, victorious vindication

Surrounded by sweeter scent

Redemption ~

White holy ash, like summer snow

Or exotic petals, floral angels.

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