Faded Peacocks

Prompt 10

(Personify an animal. Switch its trait.)


Life somehow drags on

The colours have all gone

The wind strings music grim

The rain would not kiss him

A flower’s simply a flower

Not a dame in fading hour

Moonbeams don’t wish him ‘night

Ripples not a silvery white

Sometimes, too a drop of milk

Clad in inky shameless silk

Stars before were sapphire

Of twinkling flickering desire

Amber eyes, turn pasty lime

Fluttering to the watery chime

The hourglass, the ticking time

I am a peacock past its prime.

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