Peacock

Image credit: Surowa/Shutterstock.com

This stage
Of the working
The peacock rises
All colours
Of the world
In its delicate feathers
Representing assimilation
Of all into one
For the coming
Of the white rose

This beautiful bird
Is mystery
Perfection in transformation
Proud but knowing
Its moment is brief
Part of the transition
The purification
For the coming
Of the white rose

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
This entry was posted in Fire, Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Peacock

  1. Would like to see the white rose for sure.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s