Sunday, May 25, 2014

The Squab



The Squab

"Those pigeons mate, see how they flutter?"
the little seaman pulled at his new dress collar, stiff
stuck, in thoughts of home  was he, trying to squeeze 
a deep laugh from the smile he'd pulled from the mirror
before walking dark still streets to this loud smoky meeting
"Go on now," the deep basso encouraged with a hard shove 
the little seaman knew he'd need to report about this leave to
the little brothers and the single sister, who, bursting with pride
at their sea-faring elder, waited in the little village far north and green 
expecting the survey of a strong man without quaver or squeak to return
with booming  stories of roiling conquered seas and flocks  of pretty pigeons 
landed upon their upturned faces, welcome as an endless shower of penny candies 
shining brightly, booming in a loud laughing basso through never again graying days





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Posted by Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) at 1:59 AM
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13 comments:

  1. Jae RoseMay 25, 2014 at 2:42 AM

    Like building the story brick by brick..i love the sense of security it brings..also combined with a sense of the magical and mystical..

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  2. vivinfranceMay 25, 2014 at 3:07 AM

    This is a splendid story poem, taking me from discomfort through to a cheer. I love your little seaman and the way he loves his family.

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  3. AnonymousMay 25, 2014 at 4:16 AM

    Ah yes, tall tales from the sea. Lovely poem.

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  4. Old EggMay 25, 2014 at 4:36 AM

    How reminiscent this was of uncles returning from wartime service and telling exotic tales to whet a child's appetite.

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  5. MaryMay 25, 2014 at 4:49 AM

    What a story this tells! Enjoyed this, Pearl.

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  6. ZQMay 25, 2014 at 5:25 AM

    Well... very interesting story. I enjoyed reading.
    ZQ

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  7. Vandana SharmaMay 25, 2014 at 6:09 AM

    Nice comparisons with everyday life.

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  8. Laurie KolpMay 25, 2014 at 6:53 AM

    I love it, Pearl!

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  9. brudbergMay 25, 2014 at 7:19 AM

    This reads like a fairy tale.. Love the pigeons landing on their upturned faces.

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  10. Sherry Blue SkyMay 25, 2014 at 12:16 PM

    I, too, loved the pigeons, and the form of this tale, which looks splendid on the page........wonderful story, so well told.

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  11. kaykualaMay 25, 2014 at 4:29 PM

    A story-telling story-line always captures the attention. The imagery is immense and the pigeons take centre stage. Wonderful write Pearl!

    Hank

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  12. LocomenteMay 27, 2014 at 4:37 AM

    Very nice one... As if a story expressed poetically!

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  13. Magical Mystical TeacherMay 27, 2014 at 11:32 AM

    What a tale you tell! ;)

    Wordle Grotesqueries

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