I’ve got another old poem for you to enjoy. I wrote it for a poetry class I was taking. It was just for extra credit and it allowed me to flesh out my writing skills on a small scale. I think it helped me start thinking about creativity in the writing process. I will admit that I found it pretty easy and I wondered why others had issues trying to flesh out the rhythm and process of the poetic structure, however, I know that from my perspective today that poetry does challenge you to think in a different way. So here it is. This month’s selection.
O’Chicken
O’chicken
Clucking bird of the farmyard
Pecking seed and grit
And scratching dirt
White feathered friend and
Hardened beak
Flightless hen try as you might
Strange avian
That cowardly creature
How so came you to be
Representative of fear’s edge
That we shudder and tremble
And cower so to be said
You chicken
Easter
Is given over to the bunny
Yet the bunny clucks
How can the bunny cluck
If the bunny is not a chicken
Or is it
For apparently the bunny lays eggs
Deliciously tempting
Legs as a chicken
Curvaceous luscious and smooth
Causing grown men to crow
Cock-a-doodle-doo
Chasing you as you run
As a hen fleeing the fox
Finger lickin’ good
The roasting sound of taste
Crispy and fried
Barbecued and flame broiled
The tongue salivates in anticipation
Of that first bite
O’chicken
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~ Timothy S Purvis
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