Hen-Pecked

Feathered in fire, a blood heat of red stolen coals under your wing; soles calloused by the mountain road long as loneliness; step after hot step chicken-foot lurch home - what home? frigid nest of stones. Come chill moon-fall you will be pecked half-way to a death by the beak of love, feathered in a grin.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 6/20/2024 6:09:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 2/15/2016 12:04:00 PM

well done. LINDA

Skat A

Date: 11/15/2015 10:33:00 PM

Chris, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/23/2015 8:18:00 PM

great imagery here!!

Darlene Gifford

Date: 4/23/2015 8:31:00 AM

Hi, Chris, Yes, I agree with Jan. But Just to let you know, Jesus offers you and the rest of us a loving peaceful home when we accept Him as our Savior. Blessings, Darlene

Jan Allison

Date: 4/23/2015 5:36:00 AM

such intense imagery - I found it quite chilling! a great write:-) Hugs jan xx