Cluck

Andrea Routley, Poetry, Vol 1 Issue 1

Posted: January 15th, 2008 Track comments on this item via RSS

First Date: we
meet we
talk we
click

Second Date: phone call ‘come
to my house to
see a scary movie’click
I’m not so young – I know this trick
click cluck
I hop in

Third Date: you
a peacock plumed
green and violet eyes
feathering
fill the room and I a hen
shuffling
to the rhythm of rye and coke and country folk
we cluck
we cluck
we spin around around around
then

Home: under the down. feathers are gone. just your
brown bare belly and my
white cotton tail
poking
out of the bush
push poke pull
bare belly bare back bare all

Andrea Routley has worked as a Tree-planter, Daffodil-picker, ESL-teacher, Singer, and tambourine-shaking Childcare Giver. She currently lives in Victoria where she studies creative writing at Camosun College.

Published February 2008

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