Peacock

By Debra Milligan

Peacock is a cycle of 12 poems about the dances of love. There is one poem for each month of the year.

The writing was inspired by the wish of the author to possess once again two eye shadows of iridescent hues of blue-green and gold. She’d thrown them away, deeming the hues too garish. And then, she wanted them back.

She swiftly wrote a few poems, recalling feelings from that time when she’d dispossessed herself of those colours of adornment. Another cycle of poetry thus began. Later that day, her husband brought to her a box of melons. Once she saw the peacock on the box, she knew she’d found the title for this cycle of poetry.

Peacock invites readers to embolden their colours, to enrich their dances of love, and to live life as if it has just begun.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Debra Milligan
• Release date: Mar 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310037627

Debra Milligan

Debra Milligan is a novelist, essayist, poet, and short story writer. She is fluent in French and has varied interests in the fine arts, architecture, history of all kinds, music, horses, hounds, the Golden Age of Hollywood, quilting, fashion, and gardening.

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Peacock

Debra Milligan

Copyright 2015 Debra Milligan

Smashwords Edition

All Rights Reserved

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Table of Contents

Dedication

1. Needs

2. Psychic Females

3. The Peacock

4. The Conquest

5. Second Sight

6. The Sword

7. The Suitor

8. A Bigger Pod

9. Funny Face

10. Two Poems

11. Hero

12. The Convergence

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DEDICATION

For Cody:

A cycle of poems

To chase away your blues

To deepen your greens

To polish your golds

To purple your plums

To burnish your browns

And to convince the heart

That life has just begun

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1.

Needs

It was a dagger

To the heart

You going to Paris

With that tart.

It brought back

Memories again

Of the rain in Spain

And a man

Who knew quite plain

That he loved me

Not Her --

His Ghost seemed to

Follow you

Wherever you’d go.

His Ghost trailed you

Wherever you went.

He’d been a friendly

Enough gent

But he hid his love