Peacocks sweep the fairies’ rooms;
They use their folded tails for brooms;
But fairy dust is brighter far
Than any mortal colours are;
And all about their tails it clings
In strange designs of rounds and rings;
And that is why they strut about
And proudly spread their feathers out.
~Rose Fyleman, “Peacocks,” 1917
Humoring the Goddess 
I would love to see him brush the fairy dust from the floor with THAT tail!
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Like the tail of that long, evening, gown…
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