Definition #236 Gender

Project that voice!

Project that voice!

Gender Studies

by Michael Blumenthal

A cricket chirps in the grass.
Another cricket, all ears,
joins him. Now there are two.
Up above, birds shriek
like drunken gods, the air
is atizzy with the melodrama
of what is about to be.
The two crickets
eye each other
out of the corner
of their cricket eyes.
Each desires something
the other has, each
abhors its own desire.
After a brief silence,
there will be little
cricket mating, a little
cricket love. Soon,
the air will be abuzz
with the sounds
of heavy cricket breathing,
legs rubbing together,
the sound of war in the air
in crickatese,
a subject for specialists.

“Gender Studies” by Michael C. Blumenthal. Used with permission by author.

Ridle#27 Cricket in My Neck

Catherine:
This is nothing short of wonderful!
Love the idioms, accents and banter.
Great ending too.
Listen to today’s poetry almanac for all the expressions owed to Shakespeare.
I think you’ve added to the list.
Jeanne
May I post it on the vibrant…?

cricket

Cricket in my Neck
by Catherine Johnson

‘Ouch! Ouch! Got a crick in my neck.’
‘A cricket in your neck? How’d it get in there?
Did it land on your head and crawl through your hair?’
‘No. A crick not a cricket or a tick in the thicket.
Me kneck’s like a wicket once the ball’s knocked the stumps,
so enough about cricket coz your hearings all hicket
lost its seat and its ticket get yer ears checked for lumps.
There ain’t no creepy cricket crawling up and down me hair
just a crick in me kneck like a thorn in foot of bear.’
‘Me ears ‘ave always been this bad, me hearing left me ears ago.
Ain’t no time to doctors go, but cricket green or cricket pitch
or pain in neck much worse than itch is worse than earing nothing much.
Take this cream such and such,’ said Dr. Pardon to Miss Hutch.

Catherine Johnson | April 23, 2013 at 1:18 am

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