The cheating can run off this season
Peahen, your inventive design upsets
Reasoning.
The sensors in your crest
are acoustic eyes, meshed
like the southern Parkes
Observatory.
Fluttering.
Your revelation crest
pulls in quakes of sound, fleshed.
So, you feel the vibrations
of your mate.
The rattling
frequency of your head
matches the male’s tail. Fret
and be sympathetic to your
peacock.
He’s singing.
His counter-siren head
parades a phoney breadth.
Peacock, be kind (if you
can). Your desire
is blubber.
The fondness of peafowl
gasps on a bright stage; gown
of gold and blue. Oh, the
embroidery!
Feathery
half of your pair peafowl
and your fanning tail. Mouth
of your affection. Please,
don’t let her down
by playing
Stop yourself this season.
Make your stones windbeaten
as you suppress and confess
all your sins.
The cheating
can run off this season.
Try new party pieces.
Dr Stephen Paul Wren was educated at Cambridge and worked as a chemist in industry for many years. He transitioned back into academia at Oxford University (St Hilda’s College) before joining Kingston University in September 2018 where he works as a Senior lecturer.
Stephen’s poetry can be read
at www.stephenpaulwren.wixsite.com/luke12poetry
and you can find him on Twitter @Stephen34343631.
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