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.
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6 comments:

  1. Nicole Leigh ShawFebruary 29, 2012 at 9:19 PM

    Excellent.

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  2. I, RodiusFebruary 29, 2012 at 9:43 PM

    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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  3. Jill KhouryMarch 1, 2012 at 5:34 AM

    Thanks!

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  4. CarrieMarch 1, 2012 at 4:28 PM

    fabulous imagery. I'd react the same way!

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  5. Jester QueenMarch 1, 2012 at 7:11 PM

    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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  6. TrifectaMarch 2, 2012 at 12:42 AM

    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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