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Chicken coquettes

By Doug Holder

PROMPT — Joy is ...

They are such flirts

shaking their ample

rumps and breasts

a ruffle

of come hither feathers

pecking out a mating song

their twisted gams

in a spastic dance.

Of course

they will

eventually become

a placid, gravy-laden

chicken croquette

taken in the mouth

by some ravenous


or perhaps

a discerning



Doug Holder is the founder of the Ibbetson Street Press, and the co-president of the New England Poetry Club. He writes from Somerville, MA.


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