For Jane Dougherty’s weekly poetry challenge prompted by this painting and these words: indigo, cry, night bird, fleeting, forbidden. I decided to tell a story using a Kyrielle Sonnet.

She waits for dusk’s indigo sky
listening for the peafowl’s cry
then to the summit she ascends
Night Bird’s come to woo their hen.
Donning her discreet disguise
Simple brown frock to temp their eyes
Iris plumed, a fair peahen
Night Bird’s come to woo their hen.
So to glimpse their fanning bluster
forbidden glen where peacocks muster,
with long-stemmed flowers she pretends
Night Bird’s come to woo their hen.
She waits for dusk’s indigo sky
Night Bird’s come to woo their hen.
kat ~ 12 May 2016




May 12th, 2016 at 7:59 am
You captured that mysterious gathering of the birds. I like it 🙂
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May 12th, 2016 at 8:00 am
I’ve never tried it. But it just might work, don’t you think?! 😊
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May 12th, 2016 at 8:53 am
What did you have in mind?
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May 12th, 2016 at 9:02 am
Using long stem flowers to entice peacocks to gather and flaunt their plumes. I wonder if they are that easily fooled! 🙂
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May 12th, 2016 at 9:34 am
They’re not famous for being very bright. I don’t think I’d be as courageous as your girl though, they also have filthy tempers 🙂
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May 12th, 2016 at 9:50 am
🙂
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May 12th, 2016 at 11:31 am
I like the rhyming of this. Nicely done.
Pat
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May 12th, 2016 at 12:55 pm
Thanks! I have grown to appreciate various poetry forms for their syllable and rhyming constraints. It makes one’s poem sound good! 😊
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May 12th, 2016 at 4:25 pm
Yes, indeed 🙂
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May 12th, 2016 at 12:47 pm
Love this so much, it is so evocative and dreamlike .
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May 12th, 2016 at 1:09 pm
Thank you so much. When I saw that painting I wondered…what is she doing? As Jane mentioned in another comment, one would have to be very brave to attempt such a thing as peacocks can be quite mean! 🙂
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May 12th, 2016 at 1:10 pm
Peacocks are scary birds 😃
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May 12th, 2016 at 1:15 pm
So I am hearing! YIKES! 🙂
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May 12th, 2016 at 5:02 pm
Nice!
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May 12th, 2016 at 5:10 pm
Thanks! 🙂
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May 12th, 2016 at 10:17 pm
I guess you must need a good relationship with your peacocks to fool them with a peahen disguise, right? Both the poem and photo go together quite nice, Kat!
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May 12th, 2016 at 10:35 pm
Thanks Kathryn🌿🌿
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May 12th, 2016 at 10:40 pm
Very lovely!
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May 13th, 2016 at 6:02 am
Thank you Lynn 🙂
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May 14th, 2016 at 11:12 am
Beautiful poem. I like your story…it fits so well.
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May 14th, 2016 at 11:14 am
Thanks Janice. I think that painting was an excellent inspiration. So much going on! 🙂
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May 17th, 2016 at 3:40 am
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May 17th, 2016 at 4:25 am
Of course, peahens are dull and brown and somewhat drab. I’m glad I know why she’s there now.
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May 17th, 2016 at 6:49 am
Beautiful poem, and it is such an interesting perspective!
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May 17th, 2016 at 6:53 am
Thanks Merril. I was intrigued by her drab attire and lifted flower cluster. 🙂
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May 17th, 2016 at 7:08 am
You’ve captured an aspect of this painting I hadn’t noticed. Although I don’t know that I’d be brave enough to try to gather peacocks! Hopefully they would flow dreamily like the poem…(K)
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May 17th, 2016 at 9:09 am
Thanks! Yes I think she is very brave for attempting it. 🙂
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May 19th, 2016 at 3:50 pm
Once you compare her flowers to plumage, it seems the natural thing.
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May 19th, 2016 at 6:12 pm
I thought it was a possibility. 😊
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