That birdsong stakes a claim
for land and territory,
for status and sex,
comes as no surprise
to those of us who’ve tuned in
to human conversation.
Pic: Claire Palmer
This fine work is an example of a poem saying in six lines
what a novelist might take a chapter – or more – to dally with.
Even the most seemingly banal pop song can do the same thing
sometimes. Claire Palmer’s peacock strutting its stuff on the
dining table is the perfect visual metaphor and makes me
think of Gatsby.
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