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.Peacock Solo

Walking slowly, slowly down
A dusty country road,
The shadows seem to grasp at me
And all around they spoke.
Lowly, lonely ghastly shadows
Grasp away my beating heart.
Walk on, walk on, the night grows old,
Brave heart, brave heart, 'tis but the light
That plays among the trees.
Shriek! - Suddenly my blood runs cold,
Shriek! - My heart, … no time to think,
My breath must fight to come at all,
My eyes have failed to blink.

A scream has split the shadows through
And pierced the night wind’s shrill.
From where could come such tragic sound,
From where or naught at all.
Straightforth outstept a farmer tall,
Who doffs his hat to me.
I see your frozen face does tell
That you have heard the call –
The love call of my pretty prize,
The glory of my state.
He stepped aside and there saw I –
Fake innocence and all –
A peacock spreading out his plumes,
Fitted out for another call.

Submitted: Friday, July 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013


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  • Bill Cantrell (4/8/2014 4:54:00 PM)

    ...Tis but the light that plays among the trees! What I consider as one of the most skillfully crafted lines I have ever read. Thank you for posting.

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  • Adeline Foster (3/25/2014 2:06:00 PM)

    Ah -ha, Daniel, you recognized my penchant to wax humorous.

  • Daniel Brick (3/19/2014 9:27:00 PM)

    I had a very specific reaction to this poem: it was my memory of reading Freud's analysis of humor. He argued that there is a pile-up of psychic energy when an individual hears the build up of a joke, and when the punchline hits, that tension is suddenly released and laughter is the consequence. My description sounds hopelessly cerebral, but
    my experience when the peacock appears was exactly as Freud put it - tension relieved, laughter released. End of poem. No wasted words again.

  • Louis Rams (7/19/2013 7:57:00 PM)

    there stood the peacock with its tail feathers all spread out
    screaming out to others what love is all about.

  • Valerie Dohren (7/19/2013 2:50:00 PM)

    Brilliant Adeline, many things are scary when hidden in the shadows of night. Beautifully written of course.

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