Peacock garden


Indigo child,

Seeking forbidden fruit

In a garden of eyes.

Knowledge grown on trees,

Showy flowers plucked

Before maturity…

Fleeting bouquets

That wither when admired

Leaving no seed.

The search is blind,

The tree of life untasted

A night bird cries…

For Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge #30: Peacock garden

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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22 Responses to Peacock garden

  1. Dreamlike words. I like how everything is so elusive and happiness unattainable, just like a dream that brings exotic or long-for elements almost within reach then whisks them away.


  2. vronlacroix says:

    A beautiful interpretation of this painting.


  3. stevetanham says:

    Hauntingly lovely x


  4. Dermott Hayes says:

    Smashing verse, Sue, laden (ahem) with fruit, bursting with hidden, even harsh, meaning. Superficiality appears to be the order of the day, until I read this


  5. jazzytower says:

    I really like this Sue. I got some good deeper meanings.


  6. A lovely description of a child’s experience with flowers, Sue. 🙂 — Suzanne


  7. dgkaye says:

    Beautiful Sue. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  8. adeleulnais says:

    Beautiful and haunting I love it.


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