There was a peacock
Feathers more luminous than sapphire
Hues of emerald glistening under the soft sun
Her feathers were diamonds
Made with the blood of her ancestors
They were priceless
They were her own
Each vibrant quill
Inks in lineage, that tells
A radiant story
Colors that could not be made on a painter’s palette
Colors that were her own
The birds from above
Airily smirked
Wide wings flapping,
Mocking the magnificent feathers of the peacock
Sapphire
became lackluster
Emeralds
Became bare
The blood of the ancestors was neglected
Replaced by jeers
That burned through the peacock’s elegant quills
The peacock shed its feathers
They were jewels no more
They were once her own
Now she wanted them
Gone 
I love how you weave the metaphor of her feathers being diamonds into this. When you continue with the "blood of her ancestors" it makes the reader think about "blood diamonds", which pertain to your poem. Great metaphors!
ReplyDeleteYou use such good metaphors in your poem! I love how everything connects to each other and the way you described the peacock and her feathers.
ReplyDeleteI really love how descriptive and colorful this poem is. You used really strong diction which helps make the image of the poem come alive and engaging to read.
ReplyDeleteI love the use of imagery in your poem. I like how everything tied together the whole way through. :)
ReplyDeleteSome great metaphors and imagery in this poem. I really liked it.
ReplyDeleteThe metaphors are really clever, and the imagery was great, especially how you linked the sapphire and diamonds in the first stanza to the colors in the third stanza. Great poem!
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