Monday, February 1, 2010

Mother bird takes a renter

This poem has been taken down for submission to a publication. Apologies for the inconvenience.




This poem is written in response to Poetry Prompt #112 on Read Write Poem, although I think I may have missed the concept of a "narrative wallpaper."




Cherry Blossoms in High Park, Toronto
Photo by Chensiyuan




        What's been the hardest move you've had to adjust to? Were you the one who moved out, or was it a loved one?

7 comments:

Derrick said...

Hi Shayla,

Must be hard for mothers to lose their chicks and deciding that it's no longer "their" room. I love the Clint Eastwood wallpaper!

Deb said...

I think you nailed a narrative wallpaper. I'm no good at narrative, so am especially enchanted.

You pulled me in at "chip" since it rhymes in my head with a bird "chirp" and just kept me from there.

Like all the loss that's clear in the scene & description.

flaubert said...

Beautifully done! Great images!

Pamela

Wayne Pitchko said...

Hello TO..I like this..ballanced on a chair ...i really like...one of my yoga poses...thanks again for sharing this

SOL said...

I really enjoyed this poem and liked the relationship play between persona and object.

briarcat said...

I think you got it bang on. The breeziness of "the little bird packed up her nest..." is wonderful contrast to the hard, tight sounds: stiffness, scraper, clasped
I also like the Clint Eastwood blue

Tumblewords: said...

Nostalgia and forward movement! Clint Eastwood wallpaper is a memorable phrase.