INCUBATE

FRIDAY 9th APRIL 2021 ~ POETRY

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’

Prompt ~Incubate

INCUBATE

by John Yeo

Bird lays eggs

in her nest

provides warmth

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from soft down

incubates.

Chicks soon hatch.

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Hunt for food

nestlings grow 

and soon fledge.

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This is a Tricubes poetry form.

Each line contains three syllables.

Each stanza contains three lines.

Each poem contains three stanzas

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FREEDOM


by John Yeo


We survived the unruly protection of the nest,
There were two of us left on the final day
Pushing and fighting for survival of the fittest
The others died slowly and wasted away.
One day we were forced to fend for each other.
Pushed into flight by our parents insisting
Our shining iridescent plumage glistened over
As our feathers formed and became powerful wings.
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Gliding, soaring gracefully, a bird on the move,
A fully fledged miracle flying in heaven’s high.
Soaring close to the clouds floating above.
Survival in the folds of an unpredictable sky.
Calling loudly with a natural melody
Revelling in a new found freedom of spirit.
A powerful instinctive natural urge to belong
To the freedom of the life we were now to inherit.

© ~ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

NATURAL and UNNATURAL POEMS

Prompt write a NATURAL and an  UNNATURAL POEM
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NATURAL
Birds and the NATURAL survival power of flight, and the fight for survival.

THE FLIGHT TO FREEDOM


by John Yeo


We survived the unruly protection of the nest.

There were two of us left on the final day
Pushing and fighting for survival of the fittest .

The others died slowly and wasted away.
One day we were forced to fend for ourselves.
Pushed into flight by our parents insistence
Our shining iridescent plumage glistened 

Feathers spread. becoming powerful wings.
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Gliding, soaring gracefully, a bird on the move,
A fully fledged miracle flying in heaven’s high.
Soaring close to the clouds floating above.
Survival in the folds of an unpredictable sky.
Calling loudly with a natural melody
Revelling in a new found freedom of spirit.
A powerful instinctive natural urge to belong
To the freedom of the life we were now to inherit.

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UNNATURAL 

A songbird in a cage trapped and captured to provide entertainment and amusement for the idle rich in Victorian times.


CAGED WITH SADNESS 

by John Yeo


“Do you have to torture me, trapped in here?
I enjoy your treats when I cry out to you.
I think you like the sound of my voice
Complaining in tune.”
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“I particularly hate that hook by the window,
Where you hang this prison sometimes.
I envy the freedom of birds in flight.
My soul breaks out in tune.”
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“My heart is slowly wasting away
I am losing the urge to keep up the fight
Yet whenever I try to reach you to beg for release
You reward my tune with a treat.”



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Daily Prompt on WordPress ~ 2nd JANUARY 2016 ~ NOW

Write Here, Write Now

Write Here, Write Now
Write a post entirely in the present tense.

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Image from the net ~

NOW

by John Yeo

    I have been consigned to this field by Farmer Jones since yesterday morning. I have to be vigilant in my work which is easy. I just stand here with my arms on utstretched, wearing this silly hat dressed in rags. I don’t like the look of that sky above me, those black clouds have suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I don’t like working in the rain, there was a slight shower yesterday afternoon and the rain was trickling down my clothes. I will hate to be standing here in the thick of a storm with the wind blowing, lightning and thunder crashing, getting soaked by the pouring rain.

    I have to stand here as a deterrent, I try to look fearsome and scary. This is what I do, that is what I have been created to do. Farmer Jones sowed his seed in this field yesterday in the morning, now a whole flock of pigeons are over there, with gulls and rooks gorging themselves on this free food. I am standing here to scare them off, but they are not fooled at all, in fact one bird has just flown off after leaving a horrible white mess on my hat. Under my feet where I stand, there is a whole earthy world of wriggling worms, slimy slugs, spiders, beetles and bugs. I have seen the birds eating masses of these and not touching the seed at all, I hope the farmer doesn’t find out, or I will quickly be out of work.

    Oh! No, please go away you lazy old crow, leave the straw in my body alone. I refuse to become part of your nest. There are two of them now pecking away and stealing my stuffing to breed. Help! Leave me alone. you crazy vermin it’s a good job scarecrows don’t bleed.

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