The Wild Quills of Peafowl

she borrowed herself
inside an ethereal emotion
dancing with the episcopal mysteries
as she drapes across her shoulders
barren and yet renewed…willow swag garlands
interwoven with floral blossoms and fresh sage

glorious bouquets, fresh plucked
from the richness of the earth
perfuming roses and gladioulas
mingling with the scarlet lilies
all the while she tempts the trees in songs
within the ambush of innate senses
as the ink of the artist evermore continues spilling
writing beneth the meadows of the canary song finches
gathering the wild quills of peafowl
listening to the crooning males
smiling at the albescent moon ferals
untamed, unharnessed and unashamed…

© Poetry by Victoria L. McColley

Reviewed by Carolyn Dye	6/20/2012
Love it rings a sense of peaceful bliss, keep writing and being you thank you for sharing that with me.
Reviewed by Budd Nelson	6/20/2012
Victoria, a visual/ sensual treat. Budd
Reviewed by Regis Auffray	6/19/2012
I think that what you have written and shared here is truly beautiful, Vickie. You imagery serves to awaken emotions. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes to you, Regis
Reviewed by Patrick Granfors	6/19/2012
Hmmm. This guys a walking talking potpourri. You were kind to the “crooning males,” ever heard the racket they make;-)Patrick
Reviewed by Ronald Hull	6/19/2012
Has any ethereal ring to it that I can’t quite pin down. The last line describes me perfectly. Ron