I saw a white peacock pecking
in the grass. Pecking in the grass
and flouncing with wild flowers
cultivating a bright white
relief in the green.
I saw a white peacock
at Isola Bella, a place where
cherubs and urchins preen
with clam shells and butterflies
and a unicorn up with the gods;
a sight for all to see.
When I saw the white peacock
he called to me
from behind the maze, beyond the pond
as the fountain spit gallantly
on and on, deliberate under the trees.
Such a beautiful island, most befitting its name. The gardens were laid out over 10 levels and the colours of the flowers against the bright blue hues of Lake Maggiore and the backdrop of Stresa were a meditation for the eyes.
Peacock-peekaboo! I feel honoured to have been in the company of a white peacock.