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
like mercury colliding... 