Peacock Prison Paradise

(Haiku) Gold dust rides whirlwind, softly speckles wet canvas, Lost Dutchman Mine found Prose ~ "Maggie save your strength..." words whispered in the corridor of a prestigious art gallery in Paris, France. The elderly lady, dressed in black and trimmed in lace, is a prisoner of her iron chariot. Sixty years had passed... Quietly, she stood transfixed A Blue Bonnet wax figurine -- in a shop An old lady trapped in an oil painting But opportunity comes To escape the canvas Smell the cherry blossoms Exhale sublime liberation Never had one gasp felt so -- good. A rainbow sphere shadows the painted desert Trailblazers and pioneers have sought treasures The Superstition Mountains and Lost Dutchman Mine Snow-capped peaks and haunted canyons This desert is refuge to insidious creatures, venomous snakes, scorpions, and the hella monster! It creeps within clay crevices Beneath shale, rocks, and cactus A silhouette seated on a rock... canvas colored with oil colors and raw sienna imagination. Prisoner of lost love Heart bound in iron shackles Signature faded away... by humidity and time. Her secret no longer a palace phantom Aberrations refracted by the midnight moon Pedestrians pass by... Tumbleweeds on the Tucson tundra Tis' long ways from Arizona A Mirage...   creating colorful portraits beneath sublime peacock paradise. Today's cause for celebration Ninety-four years have gone to dust Reincarnation reborn... her last will and testament seen by eyes of others. She smiles gracefully, her grandson hands her a Peacock feather. Maggie May Lancaster,  signature etched with a trembling hand. Maggie smiles one last time... feather wedged between cold, clenched fingers. Wrinkled face petrified with peacock passion;  saturated with solitude, solace, and grace. Her ice cold -- steel blue eyes glisten Like the look of a Norwegian sailor Aboard a cog ship cruising Arctic waters. Now she can return to the picture Her painted face Resembles the rainbow