A Gond myth tells how, "When the peacock dances in the forest, everything watches, and the trees change their form to turn into flaming feathers".
If there is a single sound that evokes the tiger forests of India it is the call of peacocks. When I hear that call I can see the trees watching as the male dances, his fanned tail shivering with an infrasonic hum, while a tiger prowls in the grass nearby, waiting to pounce. According to the Gond tribe, who once lived in these forests, the peacock's dance can turn the trees' branches into plumes, each evergreen sal leaf an eye.
I came across pictures online of a Chinese bride wearing a dress and train made from three thousand peacock plumes, and this, together with the Gond myth of the trees transforming into peacocks, and the series of storms and hurricanes circling the Atlantic at the time, sparked my poem 'The Anthropocene', which was recently featured in New Statesman, and will appear in my eighth collection, Tiger Girl, published by Bloodaxe this September.
The Anthropocene
A bride wears a train
of three thousand
peacock plumes
She walks down the aisle
like a planet
trailing her seas
every wave an eye
shivering with the memory
of the display
how the trees turned
to watch as the bird
raised the fan of his tail –
emerald forests
bronze atolls
lapis islands
every eye
a storm
held in abeyance
Photo credits of peacocks in Bandhavgarh National Park © Brian Fraser
I loved the poem from the moment I started reading it in New Statesman and it's really interesting to get the backstory and these beautiful photographs - thank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rivka! I really appreciate your comment, hope you're having a great week, Pascale x
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