Seabird


from the ABC set Something for the Weekend (May 2008)

Seabird (30th May 2008, 2.23am)

You drop me on the floor of my pride
and watch me shatter with glee,
wings furled and useless, pen-free,
caged within the pixelated screen;
I would like to take the time
to rub my ego up against you,
as if decency did not matter
and anything I wrote would not offend you;
you take my words and you criticise,
chip away at the chips I wear,
carried on my shoulders like burdens,
excess to spare; you hand out like crumbs
your compliments to me, screeching
madly to the floor of my pride
on which you scatter them, hungry,
like a scrawny seabird scavenging,
lusting after the praise you hold out of reach,
scrabbling with my tired, raw beak
at any morsel left to find within the mess
that I fondly like to call my poetry.

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Comments

jennifer | May 30, 2008 - 10:20

Disclaimer: I absolutely love it when people criticise and comment on my work, making suggestions for improvement - this is exactly the reason I post work on and love abctales - to improve and develop myself as a writer. Please comment and feel free to rip anything I write apart - this is the only way that I will learn and become the writer I wish to be! (I also appreciate it very much when someone has enjoyed or admired some of my words and leaves a compliment - this gives me such a lift, thank you!)

keleph | May 30, 2008 - 12:17

Here's another crumb of praise, Jennifer: the metaphor of the bird is PERFECT! I really love the image of its raw beak scraping the floor.

jennifer | May 30, 2008 - 13:44

Thank you, I very much appreciate being told when I get it right! High praise indeed! Squawk!

sunshine | May 30, 2008 - 19:32

Agree, a very effective analogy. This has a great energy and a sense of determination coming through. I'm totally sure of the repetition of "floor of my pride" which is a fabulous opening but seems (to me) to jar with it's second appearance.

jennifer | May 30, 2008 - 21:47

Eek I had not noticed the repetition, completely unintentional. What to put the second time instead? Base of my life? My keyboard knife? Ground on which I write?

Any help welcomed!

Aloe | June 1, 2008 - 14:04

Yep i really like the bird too maybe 'base' of your pride or something about tiles? I have an image of a bird squawking and slipping on a tiled floor the second time around..

Dynamaso | June 3, 2008 - 07:21

I really enjoy the analogy too and particularly like the off-meter ryhmes (even if these weren't intentional).

This is a great flight of fancy... (Sorry, couldn't resist the pun).

Dynamaso | June 3, 2008 - 11:53

Oh yes, and you might enjoy my 'flight of fancy'. If you can, have a look at my poem 'To The Skies'. I'd be interested to hear your opinion.