Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I thought this looked fun

Trifecta challenge: Week Sixteen

Wretched pigeon : half
a beak gone, dead wing trailing
in oilslick puddle --
I gape, hasten past you. I
have my own bad luck to tame.



Wretched, not a word I would normally use. But there you go.

6 comments:

  1. I don't usually go for the poetry entries, but I like this one. I think I've seen that wretched pigeon in the park a few times.

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  2. fabulous imagery. I'd react the same way!

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  3. Sounds like the pigeon didn't evade its luck so well. I like the way this captures our momentary horror at a dead animal before we move on with the rest of the day.

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  4. Thanks for joining up, Jill. I love this response to the prompt. It's short, but packed full. I love how you describe the wretchedness of the pigeon but then how quickly it's forgotten as the focus returns to the human and his/her travails. Nice job. Hope you can join us for more of our challenges.

    If you have a second, check out our 'Meet Your Fellow Trifectans' tab on the site and let us know a bit more about you. Great having you on board.

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