In the Darkwood~

Here is a poem I wrote ...I 've had the first lines written for about four years now, but couldn't figure out what I needed to go with the rest of it until a couple of months ago.  Our neighbor used to own peacocks, and at night they roosted in an old dead tree.  I saw them all there one night, and this inspired the following poem.




In the Darkwood~

Peacocks in the dead oak
make a macabre sight.
Roosted in the purple gloom,
strange clowns in the night.
To what wild circus do they belong?
And where hold they there show?
Amidst the giant crystalled wood,
where winged fairies grow.
The fairies dance the high wire,
and the peacocks pipe the tune.
The sprites and elves laugh from the leaves,
beneath the blue - ringed moon.


Ruby Jeanette