Fever
Fever
Why do you roost on my head, Hen?
Lower your big bottom like a bell,
smother my face in vacuum and feathered clapper,
stand up, shake crud, strut in place
in my right eye, scratching
at the waste of retina, peck
my molars–
I can’t see your dumb bright blink,
your red wobble,
here in the darkness, without
a mirror,
even as you shift position, rock
bulk, and I curl up tight
and cold, everything cracking.
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Not feeling up to scratch. May link to dVerse Poets Pub OLN. May just crawl into a hole instead.
PS – posted pic from iPhone and I think it is sometimes very large, so if you want to see it, just click on it. k.
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January 21, 2014 at 12:10 pm
oh my head starts hurting just by looking at the pic… i’m not feeling good as well… left work early…coughing heavily…oy… hope you soon feel better…. drink a cup of tea… warm blanket…
January 21, 2014 at 12:11 pm
oh…chicken soup helps as well….smiles
January 21, 2014 at 12:14 pm
Ha. That’s the proper place for the chicken. K,
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January 21, 2014 at 12:35 pm
I’m sorry you are in such gritty discomfort. the agitation is both picturesque and clear. “here in the darkness, without a mirror” is anchor-like, giving away your center point in the midst of the pain. I hope you feel better very soon.
January 21, 2014 at 1:09 pm
In a hole too! Perfect weather for it, too! Feel better! Lynn Sent from my iPhone
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January 25, 2014 at 7:20 am
Thank you so very much, Lynn. I’m loving seeing the grandchildren! k.
January 21, 2014 at 2:08 pm
Ah.. nothing worse than the fever of winter… to have it in the eyes… as well — get better 🙂
January 21, 2014 at 2:19 pm
Feel better!!! Sleep helps everything!
January 21, 2014 at 3:35 pm
Yes, there’s something in the air, even up here in the provinces…I’m on the way out of it. Hope you’re better soon.
Steve K.
January 21, 2014 at 4:51 pm
What a complete and killer metaphor, Karin–every word here turns a little fluffy chicken into a monster fit for a Greek myth–the cockatrice or whatever it was, just as illness makes the day to day grind unbearable. I hope you feel much better very soon. It must be the climate shock.
January 22, 2014 at 8:06 am
Yes there’s a plague of something in the air. Hope you’re better soon–though the affliction doesn’t seem to have inhibited your ability to compose and express!! –Steve K.
January 22, 2014 at 11:25 am
i like the use of the hen to symbolize all that ails us…and how it hurts as well…yikes….i hope you are feeling better soon k…..
January 22, 2014 at 12:54 pm
Stick that hen in a pot and stew her! Feel better soon!