Thursday, May 5, 2011

Another poem


The middle of the night

She comes in to my head,
flapping her apron.
Herding a bunch of malevolent chickens.
Whish, skudder,
in through the open door.
Skwarking,
flapping,
they peck away at my integrity,
while she scatters fear pellets far and wide in my brain
so they shambol further in
further out
and she cackles at the havoc she is reeking.

7 comments:

  1. Oooh, oooh, oooh, we had the same night last night...

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  2. Sending melting vibes to "her" and the chickens. Vanishing vibes to fear-pellets <3

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  3. ohmygosh...this is brilliant blog day! i keep hitting really good ones! this is awesome!
    i'm gonna go share this one too!

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  4. wow, she visits me often!!

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  5. damn those pellets.

    loving your poems! (you are inspiring me!)

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  6. Skwark and shambol - two great words!

    Great poem!

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  7. wow i am honoured by your kind words - thank you x

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