Saturday, December 5, 2009

Illegal Chickens


Against city ordinances, a woman

keeps five chicks in her basement

until they grow large enough

to live in her backyard. No months

of red tape, no permits. The woman’s

protest against rising prices and urban

sprawl turns into omelets, an egg-hatching

science project for second graders, a pound

cake, a neighborhood reminder to catch

the sunrise. Eventually noodle soup

for the neighbor’s cold if she can

catch the darting old hen. Both beak

and chin stretch forward to gain speed.


By Jari Thymian

4 comments:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Jari Thymian’s poetry has appeared in Simply Haiku, Ekphrasis, The Christian Science Monitor, The Pedestal Magazine, The Progenitor and in various anthologies. Poems are forthcoming in Margie Review, Alehouse, Chicken Pinata, and Broadsided Press. The Meaning of Barns was published by Finishing Line Press in 2007. She is delighted that one of her poems was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. www.jarithymian.com.

Anonymous said...

this is lovely and revolutionary. i have shared this with friends. thank you, jari.

Kelly said...

Really sublime, Jari - thanks for letting me know! All best, Kelly

Michele Harvey said...

Thank you so much for sharing these poems and this link.

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