Reading her picture book…
Transported by images, words
Poised, pretty, wise,
Discovering her audience
The attack was acute,
Giving her a bit of a moon-face.
Sits with crossed legs,
Writes another page, rocks
In her high-backed, caned rocking chair.
“Tail glittering green-gold…
stepping at a strained attention…”
Notes: These verses are cinquains, inspired by photographs I discovered of Flannery O"Connor on the Internet. The quotations about peacocks were taken from “The Displaced Person,” a short story by Flannery O’Connor. (O’Connor, Flannery, The Complete Stories. New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2000.)