Featherdance (Poem)Featherdance (Poem)3 years ago in Free Verse
Listen closely, and you may hear
The sound of sacred fire.
Its ancestry flickers in a thousand
Colors, all within the hearts of unborn heroes.
Somewhere deep inside legend,
A fringed master slumbers.
Its breath sequesters beneath its beak
As it dreams in molten gold.
Six score, it has lain in wait
For its kaleidoscopic guardian.
A spirit akin to its veined own,
In suit and solemn as he.
The skies grow dapper without
The grace of its marbled wings
And the elegance of the feathers
That heal the lame and the ungainly.
Its dogs look toward the heavens,
Listening for its sacred fire.
The hours and the days atrophy
And crumble to the sound of empty bells.
But suddenly!the rainbows in its eyes
Spring to violent verve as this
Legendary bird awakens.
The herohe has come today.
Six score, it has lain in wait to rain
Its sacred fire from the clouds again.
In the midst of the defiant mortal soul
That stands before it, kaleidoscopic once more.
Its calls make the sun turn to ash