Chicken and Gossip

Posted on May 19, 2020 by

Written for dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #104:  “Oh, We’re in a Fix”
(posted by whimsygizmo).

“Today, I want you to fix your thoughts (and poems) on the word fix.
Whether you fixate on the word awhile, or go for a quick fix, be sure to include some form of the word in your 44-word poem: Fix. Fixture. Fixing. Fixable. Fixation. Fixer-upper.

Who knows, maybe poetry really can fix the world.

Fixin’ to fry up
some crispy chicken,
as doorbell chirps.
Bad timin’ as usual,
Bea Lee, chief
gossip, comes callin’.
Sipping ice tea, she starts.
Who’s getting engaged, divorced,
pregnant. Fixed on listenen’, my golden
chicken chars black. How to
fix this ‘afore dinner?

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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22 Responses to Chicken and Gossip

  1. revivedwriter says:
    May 19, 2020 at 12:35 am

    Mmm, fried chicken! I like the “voice” you used in your poem.

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  2. rothpoetry says:
    May 19, 2020 at 12:53 am

    Forget the gossip… I am coming for the fried chicken!! This one made me smile! Well done Sara!

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  3. rothpoetry says:
    May 19, 2020 at 12:53 am

    Forget the gossip… I am coming for the fried chicken!! This one made me smile! Well done Sara!

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  4. whimsygizmo says:
    May 19, 2020 at 1:13 am

    LOVE the voice in this! My paternal grandma was backwoods Ohioan, to the core, so much of this is familiar! 😉

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  5. Jordan Hoggard says:
    May 19, 2020 at 2:06 am

    Ummmm. Charred me some bird tonite. Just there turned into fruit. Gotsta peel it.

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  6. Helen says:
    May 19, 2020 at 3:43 pm

    I giggled as I read your poem … sounds like one of my down home country folk friends!

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  7. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    May 19, 2020 at 7:00 pm

    Some visitors should be banned when you’re cooking.

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  8. Frank Hubeny says:
    May 19, 2020 at 7:46 pm

    You may have to invite Bea Lee to dinner, but I can see how that might not be desirable.

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  9. Grace says:
    May 19, 2020 at 11:14 pm

    Goodness, order in then and tell her to pay for it. Just kidding, smiles.

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  10. Mish says:
    May 21, 2020 at 2:34 am

    The dialect, dialogue and terse lines painted a story perfectly!

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