Saturday, August 30, 2008
NIGHT OF THE RUBBER CHICKEN
She stands at the top of a hill
'neath winking stars at the Midnight hour,
praying as she works to dress herself.
Bare feet
bright blue shorts
Grandma's house dress
pink and purple makeup
red lipstick
glitter
peacock feathers
paper bag hat
long white gloves
tiny bells
Her watch beeps Midnight
and she turns to face the bright full moon.
Tears struggle to overflow onto parched lips.
With a naked chicken in her hand
she raises her arms high and dances.
She thinks to herself
"I have nothing left to do but this, so I will gladly
run about as a crazy woman,
raising a ruckus with rubber chicken in-hand,
because someone told me
it might take away my pain."
In desperation
she has tried everything else,
so she dances...
By Ellen Schnakenberg
We wiLL try anything, won't we- the desperate soul - has no shame.
Like children, we more often bear our souls honestly and quite frankly, it is more admirable a trait than all the facades people put on in their 'all too often -taken-for-granted-wellness- 
As for me~ I shall wear glitter and high heels
and dance in the rain as well~
(you can have the chicken to yourself)
thank you for sharing*** and keep up the great work!
zoe
You are so funny Zoe!! I was mischievous that day. :) Frustration will do that to me sometimes. Dance away girl, I hope you find relief today...