Day 9 Magpie Misophonia

Thank you to Na/GloPoWriMo for the prompt:

“Like music, poetry offers us a way to play with and experience sound. This can be through meter, rhyme, varying line lengths, assonance, alliteration, and other techniques that call attention not just to the meaning of words, but the way they echo and resonate against each other. For a look at some of these sound devices in action, read Robert Hillyer’s poem, Fog. It uses both rhyme and uneven line lengths to create a slow, off-kilter rhythm that heightens the poem’s overall ominousness. Today we’d like to challenge you to try writing a poem of your own that uses rhyme, but without adhering to specific line lengths. For extra credit, reference a very specific sound, like the buoy in Hillyer’s poem.”

Oops. I read the prompt first thing this morning and thought about sound, but didn’t follow too much else!

Magpie Misophonia

Chortling begins before sun creaks

skyward. A crowd trapped in their throats.

Strutting their formal attire, a full-fledged screech

rusty-nail-scraping-garbage-can speech.

Siblings quarrel over each

beaked seed in crackling cacophony.