Tall and thin
and chicken-limbed,
her beady eyes bespectacled,
reflected primordial times
when she, a prehistoric bird,
stood out among the glazed rocks
and screeched her praise to
God.
Her balding head,
her scraggy hair
that fell about her sunken face,
was faded like her satin dress;
and hungry, as her scrawny throat
rose from the knotty nest, her pew,
she fed on Christian
love.
The concept. The title...makes for a winning poem! Very nice, Tan. Well done. L
Nice creative analogy Tan. It was even a bit humorous. I wonder if this is some of your more recent work?
Awesome write Tan. This one reminds me of my old Sunday School teacher who frightened us littlies by demanded respect and instilled the fear of God. Much enjoyed the relived shiver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! I could interpret this a couple different ways... Metanym for? ? ? (Afraid to say....) . Well done!