Hard-Wired Nerves

Posted: February 27, 2017 in nature poems

Today it’s Quadrille time again at dverse. Hosted by De we have to write a 44-word poem that includes the word giggle.

Panic struck, a pigeon
shotguns out of trees
leaving a giggle of feathers
spiralling in air.

Following its trajectory
an echoing bang
chases across fields.
Fades through woods.

The bird touches down again,
eyes wild,
heart drumming
in the engine room of its fear.

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Comments
  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Holy cow. “a giggle of feathers” is just fantastic. A giggle of anything, really. This opens up a whole new world of possibles. That’s poetry. Thank you.

  2. thotpurge says:

    giggle of feathers and engine room of fear… so nicely done!

  3. I agree with De … a giggle of feathers works perfectly… but they say a gaggle of geese…

  4. frankhubeny says:

    Interesting use of giggling and fear.

  5. hypercryptical says:

    Love your words – the engine room of fear, most excellent.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

  6. giggle of feathers and engine room of fear… ah.. brilliant!

  7. Misky says:

    This is tight and tense. Amazing that it’s only 44 words, and it has such huge impact. Well done, Paul.

  8. Poor pigeon. I could feel its heart pounding like an engine room.

  9. A giggle of feathers – works so well, and contrasts so tightly with the tone of the poem.

  10. kim881 says:

    I do like ‘a giggle of feathers’ Paul!

  11. sarahbawden says:

    I like the use of the word “shotgun” to describe the speed of the bird’s flight, while at the same time that is probably the source of its distress!

  12. maria says:

    Witty use of giggle! Poor pigeon. Giggling feathers are so much better when they’re flapping not spiraling down.

  13. Grace says:

    Love the energy and tension in your poem ~

  14. Bev says:

    You beautifully captured drama in the life of a pigeon, and invented a new use for giggle! Kudos

  15. I, too, like the image of the “giggle of feathers.”

  16. Olga says:

    Quite the action-packed poem. I feel for the pigeon.

  17. Fantastic pigeon poem…poor wee thing…all a flutter.

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