Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Peacock Story 11 - Priscilla Queen Of Peacocks - Poem by Alison Cassidy

The house lights dim.
The sun snaps on.
We hear the opening notes of ‘I Will Survive’...

Priscilla Peacock,
drag queen par excellence,
makes a spectacular entrance,
(teetering on three inch heels)
along the veranda railing.

She turns a glittering head toward us,
her eyelids dripping mascara.
Her cathedral train reaches
meters behind her -
a thousand jeweled eyes
glinting in the light.

Every now and then
she fluffs out her feathers
with the careless abandon
of a Marilyn Monroe.

Then, as the music reaches its final crescendo,
she wraps her wings
around her shoulders
and saunters off.

The young tree-ferns
watching from the front row
uncurl in erotic response.


Comments about Peacock Story 11 - Priscilla Queen Of Peacocks by Alison Cassidy

  • Ramesh T ARamesh T A (9/26/2009 8:08:00 AM)

    Beautiful peacock dance is my favorite too! Imagery is wonderful to create required effect! (Report)Reply

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  • Diana Van Den BergDiana Van Den Berg (3/22/2009 3:08:00 AM)

    Another excellent portrait from a poet who sees all. I particularly loved peacock and fern imagery!

    Kind regards
    Diana
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  • Nimal Dunuhinga (10/17/2008 4:15:00 PM)

    Your sharp brush and the kind heart draw Queens and Peacocks very beautifully.
    Alison is a poetess cum painter indeed.
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  • Sandra Fowler (10/17/2008 12:01:00 PM)

    Beautiful. Priscilla is a legend in her own time. The fragility
    of the moment recommends itself to the reader. I love
    this one.

    Always your friend,

    Sandra
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  • Raveendran . (10/8/2008 9:17:00 AM)

    Your word picture is as beautiful as this queen of colours - that beauty to you is feminine and transient is well brought out through comparson with the celluloid beauty of the sixties. (Report)Reply

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  • Jerry Hughes (10/5/2008 6:42:00 PM)

    I bet she tastes as good she looks too. Only joking! (Report)Reply

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  • David Harris (10/5/2008 4:08:00 AM)

    Allie, a regal bird who know when to display her finery for everyone to see. They know just what they like to eat as well. I found that out when I encountered a number during my holiday. Another Peacock gem to add to your growing collection. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend.
    Hugs David
    xxxx
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  • Indira Babbellapati (10/4/2008 4:51:00 AM)

    an undisputed queen...indeed a la marilyn monroe... (Report)Reply

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  • Bob Blackwell (10/4/2008 4:20:00 AM)

    Quite a picture you paint Alison with your words, Priscilla really is Queen. I love the way you write. Bob (Report)Reply

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  • john tiong chunghoojohn tiong chunghoo (10/4/2008 3:45:00 AM)

    i love this absolutely alison

    The young tree-ferns
    watching from the front row
    uncurl in erotic response.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 4, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 26, 2009


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