flashed his shimmering tail
formed a huge arc of green and blue, gold
plunged his turquoise neck
dipping to the dust
a flamenco whirling
castanets snapping at the ladies
hissing and honking
rippling towards them
frothing back
circling
then like a dowager collapsing her tea-fan of ivory
tapping disapproval on the tray
he swept his train of feathers in the dust
“Oh come, my lovelies, aren’t I fine?”
my lovelies
… my loves
x
8 comments:
This, I think, is one of your lovelies.
Very colorful poem! I wonder if there's a story behind it?
I've never thought of a peacock as a flameco before - brilliant - and then the dowager and her fan - perfect.
Thanks for the appreciative comments - the story behind Flamenco Boy can be found in my 'Private Face'.
stunning..
Greetings,
Welcome join us,
Thanks for the time, a free verse is accepted,
Your poetry rocks. Hope to see you in
xx
nice metaphor =)
Fun verse!
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