|running into cannibals
hear slaughter in the field,
cornhusk cracking billie in the knees;
I'll carry her on my back
pack her about the river I go.
she sees a time of mean beginnings
as goslings squeeze down the burglar's neck
and crane spreads her feathers with a splash—
toad deplores his lost supper,
watch him thrash and drown in the foam.
a cow shivers, we swish flies,
smell huckleberry sow baking in a pie.
something sick in the night
still a diversion in the delight of running—
I should look delightful in these legs,
flanks of good marble strutting.
billie's girl-tummy groans,
farmer owns the road, dreams of tantalizing meat—
she must look delicious in those legs!
farmerboy will cut her belly,
sack a meal for his brood, slow food like haggis
sloth by, billie squeal and ran past the rye!
run fat-girl, I say run from the fowl
away from the plough,
from the wives eating cheeks in a bubbly
brown grease, and the geese that hang
drizzle sauce for the bread,
pudding clouds in their heads!
see them scratch at my heels as I flee with child,
no delight in running from the kettle,
no flight under this blood moon.
for a place so demure
seems more than manure to old ebenezer;
I'm on the lamb with shredded laces,
hear the whine of several roasting faces–
she'll be delicious with thyme!
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a viscereal rump, er romp through the fields of old ebenezer with the eyes of a child combining bright-life and bloody-food like a catcher-in the-corn-husks - a sort-of surreality yet the sounds and the imagery catches one by the throat - here you've served us drizzle-sauce for bread under a blood-moon
brilliant metaphorical delight with words that dash and clash and sound just write ... nice one jen
happy b'day to your growing-up grrrl
Nice one, happy birthday to her!
THis is vividly portrayed with some stunning imagery
Made me hungry
Lots of fun. I'll come back later on, if'n you want some critique
i love your sense of timing...the rhymes in sequence all just seem to fit, stretched out by the vividness of all the pictures. yes, the imagery is fresh and at times, quite startling- you win me all over again with each damn stanza.
hey alch, cool comment, thanks for the smile in your comment and b-day wishes for my girl. :)
mr birdlark i have been searching all over for you. so nice to have you.
stout, leadbelly made me laugh, thanks-- dont' let him tell you i'm hick, hehe.
aureo, thank you :) funny, it does make me hungry too. glad to hear that. of course if you have crits i am to hear them. :D
linus, thank you....i love your timing. :)
fine young cannibals?
hey rask, you're back. hope everything is going well, as well as can be for a bastard. ;)
and thanks for favourting this, i am surprised. :)
i hate surprises.
why you like this poem.
it's the cannibalism that hooked you, isn't rask. he he he
bet you'd want to eat those piano legs wouldn't you. ;)
i cannot think properly when you're around.
good one ms willendorf
Want to lick your limestone titties, Jenks
^ ha ha ha he he he ho ho ho ho
hahaha, good grief.
happy birthday, chloe.
Limestone as in old, ancient, weathered and riddled with fossils.
This is truly an excellent poem, and should be sent out for publication at first opportunity. I do, however, stumble a bit on line 12. All those Ses
Should have know it was you ...
what no mention of shit-on-a-shingle? haha... great one jen! wait, I guess you already have drizzle sauce for the bread.
aw thank you fract! :)
thanks a ton for your comment, BloodF, i'm very surprised you'd consider this publishable, but damn, that's awesome-- maybe i will consider your advice.
thanks jhawk, shingles are funny. :)
pretentious and self-indulgent
unique tone, gives the poem a voice of its own
Poets get paid in pride and compliments, Jen -- and that won't cover the price of the stamps. But this is definitely worth sharing with others. You could always save the cost of a stamp and seek out quality ezine publishers.
Thank you David, sharing poems beyond this scope is a dream of tantalizing meat. i wouldn't know where to turn, and what is an ezine publisher?
EXcellent write, jj,
the musicality of this piece is extraordinary! incredibly vivid and just a darn good read, thank you for sharing!
jinks, you sentimental fool. LOVING IT.
Start at Poetry Publishing and work outward from there.
www (dot) poetry-portal (dot) com/publishing.html
Sorry about messing up the clickable link, but this web site has coding that would disallow it.
some great words combinations and sounds and full of adventure, quite difficult to understand in places.
in honesty, i found the poem after i made the post about fat people and stereotyping, but i can see how you must have thought i meant you in some way. so, apolgies there.
gawsh, this is amazing.
hah! Stunning display of something that needs a full view. Every word is
a tendril to its purpose, which does not make this meat-on-a-stick. It is labored with a rhymed form that challenges the reader.
So well crafted!
Do tell the method of madness.
Sounds like a children's book.
I AM VERY SICK OF SEEING THIS IN BEST
no worries goezon ;)
hey thanks mandee from a million years ago!