It's Still Life

Just Put the Blame on Pigeons

And I tell her life is that pigeon
that just fell out of the tree, and

she says that it’s sunshine through a daffodil,

and she’s eating a hot cross bun,
the butter melting down her wrist,

and she licks it before it disappears
into the cuff of her blouse, and
Mmmms. She loves Easter, she says.

Jeanie loves everything, well except for Leeds.

She got a speeding ticket in Leeds,
told the policeman she couldn’t
get out of this pissy town fast enough,
and then bid him a “Pożegnanie!” –

her cherry red hair cutting the air with attitude.

He chased her down, siren squaking,
and wrote her out another ticket.

He didn’t know it then, but he was
falling in love with Jeanie, and she’d
spend many happy years with him
speeding through Leeds. And Jeanie

tucks her red hair behind her ear,
and says “What bloody pigeon?”

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190 words: >1 minute reading time. Written for NaPoWriMo Day 8 “Twenty Little Pieces” prompt: it’s complicated – read the instructions here. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney @napowrimo2023 #napowrimo2023 #20LittlePieces