#inktober 5. CHICKEN

 

This daily writing, direct to the page, is becoming an interesting hybrid of page design and poetry. I’m enjoying the ink more, not just as a writing tool but for the unpredictability of the nib which sometimes splodges to obscure meaning. This is frustrating and exciting. I’m also re-discovering my handwriting and how illegible it is. No wonder I prefer typing!

 

At the end of the garden

is a coop.

Fear is like a head of cabbage

tossed into the run.

Outstretched feathered necks

scamper towards the thud

even before they know what it is.

Meanwhile, a hen, inside the coop

warm bellied in half-eyed meditation

waits.

 

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