The poetry stretch this week was to write about something you'd find "behind the museum door." Here's my poem.
On Seeing SueYou can learn more about Sue at The Field Museum.
42 feet from
head to tail
held together
screw and nail
no blood,
no heart,
no flesh
surrounds
these fossil
bones
dug from the
ground
I look into
eye sockets
bare
Sue stares
back in
fearsome glare
I shake my head
in disbelief
at sharp, serrated
stabbing teeth,
those birdlike legs,
prepared to spring
and simply
EVERY little thing
that made this
tyrant
lizard
king
I enjoyed your poem! birdlike legs
ReplyDeleteprepared to spring
Perfect imagery!
I love Sue! I live in Chicago and have seen her in person, but back when I worked at UC Berkeley I used to make special visits to the Sue replica in the natural sciences building.
ReplyDeleteI love the breaking up of "tyrant / lizard / king" -- how it lends extra, individual weight to each moniker. A great ending.