Peacock Feathers

 

Artist Patricia Allingham Carlson

Peacock feathers

Often my days are dull, covered in dust
Hours creep forwards in grey colours
moving in a robot like fashion
Wind wafting an everyday smell while
I yearn for the fragrance
of exotic flowers
I yearn for taking spoons full
of undiscovered lush land
with fern trees sticking
out their feathery fingers
to touch me with a tingling thrill
I yearn for hanging out
with poets and philosophise
on the café terrace under starry skies
where the wine whispers secrets
transforms us into soulful sages
with young hearts, beating wildly
to the rhythm of the flamenco
Our scarlet skirts waving away worlds worries
I yearn to pull the curtains
to jump on the stage of life
and say hey if this is the last role I play
I do it with verve
I fan my peacock feathers
I play a drum roll to wake you
to a zest for life
like a tulip bud longs to open
to show it’s colours
Go and blossom and I will too
Now dig out the courage