Phoenix
I’m hoping to finish a phoenix short story for the anthology project I’m a part of. We’ll see how it goes, but in the mean time, here’s a poem about one.
For five hundred years,
I have flown only
in sunlight: unseen,
unassuming,
Conspicuous.
Tonight I will soar
through the pitch-black sky,
caring not who sees
my Fiery Plumes.
Before they react
I will have vanished
Completely.
After years camouflaged,
showing my true colors
is so Liberating.
The brisk night air pierces
my flame-consumed body.
I am Free.
Posted on January 22, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged fire, freedom, myth, phoenix, poem. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
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