Poem by Victory Palace
Once upon a time, a crowd of trees gathered in an empty field, led by a majestic radiant Phoenix. Dressed in gowns of red, green and gold, their leaves wove a tapestry of burning anticipation. Then they parted into a corridor that rolled out for miles awaiting the mystery parade. Golden flames lit up each side of the corridor like Jean Cocteau’s Belle et la Bete, and the Phoenix cried: “Make way, make way! Make way for the King and Queen!” They were handsome and youthful despite the years of old worries and new celebrations which left nary a wrinkle on their faces, nor impacted their overall health. They make magic everywhere they go while flowers of generosity bloomed in every doorway they passed by. They flung stars to the weary, like rice after a wedding, to revive their inner glows which faded long ago. As their chariot roared ahead, through flurries of gold and red the cheering throngs clustered behind them to close the path-- while multicolored flowers faded in their rear-view mirrors. And they spent the rest of the afternoon laughing all the way to the horizon’s bank, where they met the Sun, to announce their plans to transform the world.
Victory Palace, a poetic soul yearning for lasting fame, navigates the realms of part-time verses, seeking the elusive crown of full-time brilliance. While not a teaching poet, this multifaceted artist delves into the captivating world of documentary filmmaking, passionately dedicated to a 16-year project.
