Today, I am posting the second poem I wrote which has to do with India. India's national bird is the peacock ( Pavo cristatus ). The male of the species is much more elegant than the female, swan-sized, with its royal blue breast and neck and its bronze-green train of more than two hundred feathers. It is an awesome sight when he extends his tail out like a fan as he does in his mating ritual, trying to impress his lady love.
The female peahen, on the other hand,is slightly smaller, and does not have the beautiful train.
The peacock is found in many areas of the Indian subcontinent. Once used for food, it is now protected by the Indian Wildlife (Protection) Act, 1972. Under the law, tail feathers may be collected only when they have been shed.
Peacocks are associated with many religions and spiritual beliefs and are often depicted in paintings representing such. Lord Krishna's crown always has peacock feathers.
Indians credit peacocks with the ability to predict rain. When dark clouds gather overhead, the bird does, indeed, spread its train, fan-like, and begin to do a rhythmic dance.
For more detailed information, please refer to the following links below.
Resources:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Peafowl
http://www.iloveindia.com/national-symbols/national-bird.html
http://www.iloveindia.com/national-symbols/national-bird.html
http://www.indianchild.com/national_anthem.htm
The Peacock
The national bird of India,
You strut with regal airs,
In terms of utter beauty,
No other one compares!
You strut with regal airs,
In terms of utter beauty,
No other one compares!
Your crown of brilliant blue,
Befits your splendid train,
Which you open to its fullest,
With a sense of great disdain.
Befits your splendid train,
Which you open to its fullest,
With a sense of great disdain.
Shimmering eyes peruse,
From the feathers of your tail,
With your train in full display,
You let out a piercing wail.
From the feathers of your tail,
With your train in full display,
You let out a piercing wail.
The courtship has begun,
You begin to sway and prance,
In hopes of enticing,
A peahen with your dance
You begin to sway and prance,
In hopes of enticing,
A peahen with your dance
Carmen Henesy
Copyright (c) 2007 by Carmen Henesy
All rights reserved.
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I just love peacocks and of course we usually only see them in special places like zoos or stately homes..... though one did find itself in my brother's garden one morning last year. Must have escaped from somewhere.
ReplyDeleteThanks for you little verse & lovely comments over at mine.
Nuts in May
Fantastic poem Carmen with a beautiful array of words and colors which perfectly blend with that gorgeous photo.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite bird!! We once hatched a Peacock for the 4-H Fair...but it turned out to be a peahen as it developed. Even the judge at the fair thought it was a peacock when it was a few months old.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy wearing peacock hair decorations,-Kanzashi, peacock jewelry, etc.
So I really enjoyed your article and poem which I will save in my file on peacocks. Thank you!
Your way with words is a real gift Carmen. Beautiful poem. I love the shimmer in a peacock's feathers. The colors seem to dance.
ReplyDeleteThat is so beautiful. I have never been to India but I would love to go. My grandson went once but the sights and sounds became too much for him, he had a panic attack and we had to arrange to fly him home!
ReplyDeleteThe peacock has such incredible blend of colours, I love them. The description of the courtship in your poem was an unusual touch. Great!
ReplyDeleteI am amazed by your posts and also your poetry - you have such wonderful writing skills. A continuation of the fine communication skills you'll have used in your work in such an incredible and so needed field of Nursing.
ReplyDeleteI popped an email over to your yahoo address as per your bloggy profile. Meanwhile tonight dear Zebbycat is purring away loudly to himself - a rescue cat in a very happy zone.
Sending care and foodie huggles, Michelle, xxx
Such exotic birds! One of my prized possessions in college was three peacock feathers. I wonder whatever happened to them?
ReplyDeleteWOW you write with such passion , not just your poems,. I love peacocks, they are one of God's miracles.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful. Thanks.
ReplyDeletePeacocks are lovely with their crowning glory =) Nice to accompany it with your poem
ReplyDeleteFantastic poem and picture of the peacock, Carmen!
ReplyDeleteSo pretty Carmen.
ReplyDeletexoxo
Nice Poem
ReplyDeletelike picture
It is wonderful poetry.
ReplyDeleteTheir beauty is the best in the bird.
Thank you.
ruma
I watched 25 Ponte de Abril in Lisbon.
ReplyDeleteIt is a bridge beautiful very great.
Thank you for teaching it.
I watched the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco.
It is a scale of 4 times of the bridge of the Far East.
It is a really splendid bridge.
I did not want to return from San Francisco to my country.
You're welcome.
ReplyDeletePlease do not do it in mind at all.
I thank for your kindness.
If I go to U.S.A. again, let me join!!
As for me who lived in the small island with a lot of people, American freedom is admiration.
ruma