On a recent bike ride, I happened across a group of turkeys …
and by that I mean REAL turkeys …
and by that I mean WILD turkeys.
I hopped off my bike to take some pictures, and well … I’m afraid I ruffled a few feathers.
The males were impressive with their puffing. Peacocks have nothing on these Tom Turkeys!
Now all this got me to thinking, and thinking, and thinking …
that I have nothing poetic to write about turkeys.
I brainstormed:
Why did the turkey cross the road …
Wattle you want?
Gobble. Gobble. Gobble.
Talkin’ Turkey
Poultry polka
Anybody want a drumstick?
Pass the gravy
Turkey Trot
Seven months to Thanksgiving
Spring turkey?
At midnight, I was drawing a complete turkey blank.
D.H. Lawrence to the rescue from 1922:
Turkey-Cock
You ruffled black blossom,
You glossy dark wind.
Your sort of gorgeousness,
Dark and lustrous
And unfathomable
And poppy-glossy,
Is the gorgeousness that evokes my darkest admiration.
…
Your wattles are the color of steel which has been red hot
And is going cold,
Cooling to a powdery pale-oxidized sky-blue.
Why do you have wattles, and a naked wattled head?
Why do you arch your naked-set eye with a more than
comprehensible haughtiness?
The vulture is bald; so is the condor, obscenely;
But only you have thrown this amazing mantilla of oxidized
sky-blue
And hot red over you.
Hmmm, accurate description, but perhaps a bit overblown?
I guess I am not in a position to criticize when my most poetic thought was “Gobble. Gobble. Gobble.”
But fortunately, it is Poetry Friday! And I know some people who will have fantastic poems for you. Start by visiting the amazingly articulate Irene Latham at Live Your Poem! Irene adds to the beautifully evolving progressive poem, presents her poem-in-your-pocket display, and shares an ArtSpeak prayer.
How often do we think of turkeys in April? Never. Your biking surprise is luckily our wonderment, too. The images are captivating.Your presentation is adorable. The female turkey's thot bubble made me laugh out loud as did your precious, "Wattle you want?", in the list poem. And maybe I luv overblown [great pun you wrote there] when the subject suits it, but the D.H. Lawrence poem reads from a keen observant avian-watcher. I like it a lot. I wonder if birds were a keen interest of his.
I wish you many more bike rides of wild surprises [that you will share with us] & also a very happy Poetry Month.
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And here's a connection--a turkey walked across the road in front of us a couple of days ago when we were in PA near Fallingwater!