Guinea Hen by Kristina Woodhill her convent walls self imposed solidly mortared around brick rigid ideals her shroud of silence constructed to shout notice neighbors no longer allowed, penance must be served our sins sending her inward, yet aloft above our honest stumbling attempts to communally solve life's weedy problems now guinea fowl added to her spring flock shocked summer air attempting to absorb their raucous comments, shrieks, over-the-top tsk-tsk-tsking males cry chi chi chi chi chi see see see see see females screech their two syllables worth get back, get back, get back, get back watch dogs with clipped black and white precisely patterned wings tight flock of pointing beaks dominating their back yard I suspect her of adopting a ventriloquist stance channeling her curses in cacophonous chorus while neighbors raise eyebrows at eight absurd birds yet making note of her long hair taking on a curiously feathered texture whispering how her long fingers more and more resemble scratching claws 07/14/2019 Author's Note: neighborhood pesticide wars, drat... Posted on 07/14/2019 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/14/19 at 08:41 PM Quite the barnyard commotion and allegory Kristina. Well laid out verbal and imagery! Posted by Johanna May on 07/15/19 at 12:11 AM I always believe people who come in close vicinity to our lives are there for a reason, they are suppose to learn from you without you making any effort to teach them and vice versa, their presence is a letter from the universe. Maybe she is teaching you about patience lol. Charming poem. Very descriptive, I can hear it too. Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 07/17/19 at 04:21 PM *Stellar* Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)