Like A November Hen

 Lee Ver Duft

Lee Ver Duft

Like a November hen
      I have begun to molt
The faded light of dawn & dusk
remind me of the coming winter
      My down grown thin
under my summer coat

Like discarded feathers
      my words float after me
Dangling modifiers without sources
and adverbs chasing after adjectives
      Thoughts lost in translation
feathers of a torn pillow

And in the nest boxes
      there lies not a single egg
as a reward for these untiring labors
Nor is there an appetite for the corn
      scattered by midday’s muse
to tease back creativity

“It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery,
but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.” ~ Diane Ackerman


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Like A November Hen

  1. as always, your metaphors are spot on – don’t know Ackerman but love the quote


  2. You’re striking a chord… and I loved the quote as well

    Liked by 1 person

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