Bird Lady has tossed her breads.
Clay pigeons, come leave your beds
time to stuff stool pigeon heads!
Dockyard pigeons, homing too
from bridge girders and the zoo
Pigeon Forgers, drop by, do!
pigeon-heated by the road…
full tums all—that is the goad.
© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
Poetry Friday regulars will recognize the Jane Yolen-invented form of this ditty (a septercet: seven syllable lines, three lines to a stanza, any number of stanzas), my attempt to rise to this month’s challenge at Michelle Barnes blog Today’s Little Ditty.
(If you’re curious about what some of these pigeony figures of speech mean, check HERE.)
And now, I’m soon off to Bellingham and Poetry Camp! Hubby and I even did a reconnaissance trip a few weeks ago when I needed some software that was only available south of the border. On that outing we scouted the campus of WWU, so I even have my bearings (sort of).
See some of you this weekend!!
This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Karen at Karen Edmisten: Mom. Writer. Consumer of Coffee (I like that last!).