Sweet-wrapper bright,
there you were.
Glimpsed out of the corner of my eye,
a brilliant jewel against sun-warmed brick.

The morning after
an evening of drink-stoked bitterness
and a night in separate sleepless beds,
he’d shared a breakfast of recriminations with me.

I cleared the wardrobe
of all the things I’d kept
from smaller, happier times,
while you rested there, two storeys high.

I hadn’t thought to look for an omen,
but if I had you would have been it.
If I had wings I would join you,
I would fly.

This is my latest entry for the Thanet Creative Writers competition

5 thoughts on “Peacock

  1. This is a really emotive poem, Lynne. There are some wonderful images in it- I love sun-warmed brick.
    A breakfast of recriminations and smaller, happier times are both just loaded with sadness and regret. Lovely.

    What a great take on the prompt. Beautiful.

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  2. What a bittersweet poem. Putting the joy inspired by the beauty of the peacock and the deep and heart-rending sadness of the domestic reality is so moving. Lovely wee piece.


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