Eyrie Avenue

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Eyrie Avenue

 

After the chicks had flown the nest

she sat in stony silence –

rocking back and forth in an upright chair.

The hair on her head pulled tight into a cowl

that accentuated her horny skull.

A sharp, beak nose and dull, see all eyes

that fluttered from pillar to post –

 

Until –

The ball came over the wall –

Then –

 

Fingers curled into claws

she perched forward

against the window sill,

her brittle, twiggy limbs

a rage of twisted sinew –

 

“Get the little worm!”

 

- she swooped

from her second storey vantage point,

aged limbs cracking and popping

like fried chicken carcass

as they propelled her

down the stairs and out the door.

 

The wide eyed innocent

stooped to collect his ball.

Golden hair tussled in the breeze.

 

She clutched him

in a tangled, dry embrace

that smelled of cinnamon.

As a squawk escaped her lips

and made all the curtains twitch

in Eyrie Avenue.

old womanchildspoil-sportbehind curtains

◄ Shy Ann

That Which Autumn Leaves ►

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Jon

Sat 18th May 2013 16:40

I think every street at some point has had such a woman counted amongst their number...kinda makes me feel angry and sad for her at the same time...
When we were kids,if our ball went into Miss ashurst's garden,it was always a matter of life and death to be brave enough to try to get it back.
The first stanza is very telling and very strong for me,but it's all excellent Ian.
Nice one.

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Yvonne Brunton

Mon 13th May 2013 17:47

Excellent. Great analogy Maintianed to the end even to the name of the street. I really enjoyed this, Ian.

Rose Casserley

Sun 12th May 2013 23:38

'she clutched him in a tangled,dry embrace'...... ........and? oh! we don't have to wait for the next episode do we Ian? that's not fair,keeping me in suspenders!....and black fishnet stockings!

seriously,a very good poem.x

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Jonnie Falafel

Sun 12th May 2013 21:02

I like this. There was such a woman up the road from me when i ass a kid. She smelt of cloves and was always poised to pounce. Loved the cracking and popping carcass... inspired. I was trying to think of another word for 'horny' given its alternative connotations... but I couldn't!

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Sun 12th May 2013 20:26

great stuff Ian.xx

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