The Peacock’s Tale (text-only)

The Peacock’s Tale

Norwich, 1980

All poems copyright of Christopher Hutchison / Air & Water Publishing Co.
© Air & Water Publishing Co., 2011-2012. All rights reserved.


My poems were my peacock’s tail,
I recognize in retrospect:
The flourish of the horny male
Cast in a poet’s dialect.

And tail or tale fanned with the page
From spine of book or peacock’s spine
As badge of my byronic age
I offered for a lover’s sign.

The god that quits the fleshly wand
Too soon and leaves us mortal men
And quits the agèd bird grown fond
Of love beyond the loved peahen

Is he, I understand, who toys
With poets too in love with words
And leaves us narcissistic boys
As beautiful and bleak as birds.