|Female Pea hen at Middleton Plantation, SC, photo by Margaret Bedner|
from her prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
Lust found her walking in the garden as
She did every day at half past dinner.
He waited until she strayed from her friends
To peck and swallow bugs and cluck alone.
His plumage blossomed in front of her and
Then he turned to show how he was shaking.
Call me Hades he whispered and I will
Call you Persephone. Let me touch you—
O, please don’t call your mother!
And he pounced.
In a matter of seconds, they were gone
About their business, no longer shaking
But stepping and walking, slower, taller.
Watching from a second story window
I shrieked RAPE! a second too late and wept.
But she glanced back at his beauty as if
his ambush suited her, he was welcome.
Love became her strut and singing gladness
as she tasted bounty in the garden.
|Male Indian Peacock on display. |
The elongated upper tail coverts make up the train of the Indian peacock.
Written for Margaret's Play It Again, Toads #2 a Imaginary Garden with Real Toads for which I chose to redo Fireblossom's "Lights, Camera, Love!" which is HERE. Re-posted for
Poets United Poetry Pantry #193.
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast