I find myself in an online poetry course for the next six weeks. It’s my first formal creative writing esque class so I’m quite over the moon for it. Hope I do it justice and can keep up. I share here a poem sketch:
though that walk no worse a prima donna’s
your neck long and lifted
that beautiful golden beak unperturbed
in air thin and stale with wet and droppings
for what have you to fear?
this stretch of park?
nearby your kin sound a ridiculous bray of honkings
might you peck and bite
as i walk past
chilled in evening’s shadows
with luster just leaving the skies
couldn’t be less bothered