Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 6,546 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Chanticleer's Wife - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Her throat is stippled, black and white and brown
Her tie-dyed wings ark wide and wildly flap
I love the feathered bracelets round her thighs
I love his jealous crow, a thunderclap
A tug that pulls a tiny train of waves

This farmyard wife has tags of chicks in tow
Past puddles' khaki mirrors see her strut
Small speeding chicklets cackling two and fro

Above, the skies are weeping, clouds are low.
She stops to drink.Like a small stab of pain
Her beak sends circling ripples round the pool
Raindrops, dance around her peck like grain.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 7, 2010

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