Open Poetry #49 |
Blue-eyed goose |
MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
The goose stood wondering Snow falling on her down Blue eyes fixed upon the door The barn warm with straw to lie She hears the sound of steel Grinding on the millstone wheel So plump she is from winter feed Each crystal flake her eyes do see A festive time for all it's said Feasting till their waistlines burst As carol singers spread the word Of joy to all the world The goose she turns to walk away And shivers to the light of day |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
quote:Not a good time to be a goose. Forgive the reference of another Michael, but the last line in JerryPat2's poem "Are You Listening" (which I just read) is, "can you hear"! Splendid tale of a Christmas Goose developing an anxiety complex. Ari Loving Linny Jean is poetry. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hah! Poor old turkey made it through Thanksgiving without having her neck chopped off. But now it is the biggest holiday of all to try and skim by to live another day. Will she make it? ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
I used to read "Mrs. Goose" stories to my big girls when they were little ones. It was tough enough to wean them off of "Tooth Fairies, Easter Bunnies and Santa Claus", but slaughter a goose? I'd have no angle for that! It was all I could do to skip any questions about Thanksgiving turkeys! Now it's their turn. Oh, the lies and deception we teach our children...simply 'shocking'! Certainly enjoyed reading your poem Michael! BTS ...just bein' Bluesy |
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