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pigeon pie

she cannot find the stool
and thinks typing standing up
may give her the edge;

she ponders the term "stool-pigeon"

and wonders if she could fly;
at least be shot
and end up as pie...

the gravy would need
to be as luscious,
as unctuous and as deep
as she pretends to be

then she remembers she has
consumed at least a bottle of merlot;
thinks pigeon pie would not marry well
with that rumbustious grape

she also thinks marriage of any kind
has been so awfully wrong;

and so she dances,
pigeon-toed,

towards a future

under a puff pastry topping...





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  • Cat gold member
    January 11, 2008

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    i love the quirky feel of this piece- i love that you stretched into a very unconventional voice and delivered hot steaming pidgeon pie
    with a side of red- i love the conversational tone of this piece
    and the easy drift from one topic to the next sort of the way a mind works..

    wonderful poetry.. so glad to find you here

    m


  • rebeka
    January 8, 2008
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    love this, it is light and dark together


  • EvilKate
    January 7, 2008

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    Such quirky intimacy - not two traits I had ever expected to blend as well as this

    You really are quite good at this aren't you?


  • Heart Sutra
    January 1, 2008

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    I like the way your poetry always leaves me with a thought to think or an emotion I can relate to on the most intimate level.



    Happy new year...


  • sheltered
    January 1, 2008

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    lol

    Quirky/funny and just plain awesome.
    Kind of a George Castanza/Homer Simpson moment I think.
    I like your style.


  • Danny Beatty gold member
    December 31, 2007

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    and wonders if she could fly;
    at least be shot
    and end up as pie...

    the gravy would need
    to be as luscious,
    as unctuous and as deep
    as she pretends to be

    then she remembers she has
    consumed at least a bottle of merlot;
    thinks pigeon pie would not marry well
    with that rumbustious grape

    ... Elaine! wondrous irony through out, a dark, fluttery, sense of humor pervades this ... this is delightful, and poignant and sad, too ... well done ... Moqui

    incidentally, I adore your top poem on your author page peace ,,,Moqui


  • NurseChilly gold member
    December 31, 2007

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    you are unctuous and delicious and I'd have a portion of your pie any day... truly...

    and hell yeah girl. we all wonder at what we are and how we can be something other?

    puff pastry topping... rich, buttery and warming, just like your heart.. yes it is


  • transcendental baby gold member
    December 29, 2007
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    Yum, sounds delicious

  • tara wilson gold member
    December 28, 2007

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  • Suzanne Dia
    December 28, 2007

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    wow, lady, you know how to pack a punch with words..

    love the way your mind works.



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