Tuesday, 9 May 2023

Warwick Castle Peacock, (Completed Poem).


 Turning a corner in the castle garden 
We were dazzled by fireworks flaring 
                                                 at noon;
A Sultan Peacock, flaunting his feathers,
Out patrolling his patch of lawn.
Meanwhile a bevy of elegant Peahens
Eyed this extravagance with sedate self 
                                                   interest,
Sideways glances
Meaning far more than he could know.

We turned towards the shade of the castle;
His cries shrieked brazen, hierarchic commands.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
12th. - 14th.May 2023.   
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