False Alarms & Tired Capes


I thought maybe
the sky was falling
but it turned out
to just be Chicken
Little and his curious
squawk, but
all that talk
end of days
has me thinking
it’s time for some new

Prompted by Poetic Asides




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4 Responses to False Alarms & Tired Capes

  1. Shawna says:

    The title actually makes me think of “tired caps,” as in graduation caps tossed up into the sky. But maybe they’re tired because it’s high school then college then grad school, etc. Making a career of education and sick of it. A doctor, I presume. A different sort of hero.

    That line break makes me picture clouds playing Chicken with each other, almost ramming, but then turning away at the last second. 🙂

    I also see “Chicken and his curious little squawk,” which makes me unbelievably happy.

    Then I see that there’s a “talk-of(f),” as in a competition of sorts to see who can do the most talking. 😛

    “some new

    S owe me new songs … LOL. Yes, I do. 🙂 Also “Sew me new songs.” I love the idea of stitching songs into pillows with a sewing machine, or needle and thread. Mom humming while she sews pillowcases for her daughter to take to college with her.

    I love the ending. You are so creative, girl.

  2. Shawna says:

    heroes = (among other things) he eros, he ores, he sore, she roe (as in girl sushi eggs, or sushi handmade specifically for a girl) … hero es, which I am most certainly not, her O(es) — as in Cheerios, cheery o’s … oh golly, He Rose!

    Did you ever notice that before?! That anagram? Wow. That’s really powerful.

  3. qbit says:

    Loved that. Chicken Little!!

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