Image by Kelsey Hannah,
provided by Tess for Magpie Tales Mag 214
Wordle 155
provided by Brenda Warren for The Sunday Whirl
A Change Of Scene
Talking to the tide again
like talking to air
or to the blue moon,
courting tough chicken power
and then you suspend
the zip detail strap
in the waterfall to wash
away the feathers
of all the dead birds,
a barrier found, a pleat
in the swing of things.
A diamond stream,
your hand raised as a true sign
of the hope you've gained
while the sun's unit
of bright starts to trace your hair.
April 6, 2014 2:09 PM
Also written in collaboration, see Irene's Orange Is A Fruit where the flipping chickens come from. To be fair, I started the chickens a few poems back but dead chickens seem to hang around somehow. And to be fair to me, the image of killing chickens has been with me ever since I heard a woman I have loved tell the story of killing over one hundred chickens to process them in one day and what that did to her hands.
Yes, I do like the idea of a diamond stream.
ReplyDeleteHow well you have put your interpretation on the picture.
ReplyDeleteNice work combining the prompts. I really like holding your hand up as a true sign.
ReplyDeleteAlmost anything with chickens in it. Yes! Yes! Yes!
ReplyDeleteNice use of words, "a pleat in the swing of things" and more.
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Hip savvy write...as I've come to expect...
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