an outpour rain of maroon blood,
when a peacock spreads its wings abroad
and hisses its chalk-colored eyes at the sky"
. ~Anthony Liccione
Flowing Feathers
Tucked angel wings
stained with orchid tears,
enshroud a forgotten warrior
whose headdress weeps
onto sacred plains.
His ancient feet
punch the soft amber earth
rhythmic; offered
with gracious chants
that float aloft
toward the nothing
that is everything
. ~Angela Goughnour
Part of the Dream Weave Walk 1999-2010
