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Art in Time of Lockdown (4)

Seen in Winchester today

The Peacock

She listened to the telephone that rang

But did not answer it; stiffly she sat

Beside the sofa, on the wall, and that

Was where I found her, where the pictures hang

In various frames - but none as curious

Or perfect in design or subtle shape:

Whose wings are black beneath and thin as crepe;

Unfolding, eyed with blue and glorious!

I fetched a plastic box to put her in

And carried her down to the garden shed

Then left her in a corner fluttering

To sleep the winter long alone instead.

When spring returns we’ll look to see her fly

Among the nettles and then she will die.


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