I am rooster Zoroaster!
I am king prophet of the sun!
My flaming crown proclaims I’m master.
Awake! Awake and hear my song.
Praise our sun, great golden cockerel;
its brood of worlds and clutch of moons.
Feel its spreading comb and wattles,
perched high upon the skies of June.
Praise our sun, great rainbow peacock,
whose fanning tail unveils the world.
The egg tooth of sunlight shall crack
from your heart and its wings unfurl.
Comments
gristo | June 30, 2011 - 12:48
Definitely woke me up! :)
skinner_jennifer | June 30, 2011 - 14:16
Brilliant well-wisher,
much enjoyed.
Jenny.
well-wisher | June 30, 2011 - 14:57
Thankyou, Gristo. I often celebrate the feminine or maternal aspects of nature but I wanted to write a poem celebrating a very masculine part of nature, the crowing cockerel.
well-wisher | June 30, 2011 - 15:00
Thankyou, Jenny. Glad you liked it. The cockerel can be a beautiful and majestic bird.
Highhat | June 30, 2011 - 19:09
I like the egg tooth metaphor. Yes why not praise this fine bird- he is very proud
;)Pia
well-wisher | June 30, 2011 - 23:45
Thankyou, Pia. Glad you liked the poem.