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
Copyright © Rickey Chatham | Year Posted 2017
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