An Overworked Poem About the Post

Chel Owens

The post

Sky ghosts,

is never late.

‘gainst earthbound weight.

In backward cars

Self-lifted, ours

down country roads,

with cloud-held loads.

the smart-dressed man

The barefoot clan

(or, smart wò-man)

(and –true– bare-hand)

comes round each day

cavort and play,

to drop a note;

whilst ‘letters’ float

turn down a flag.

from heav’nly bags.

for

for

Neither snow

When winds blow

nor rain

‘gainst wingèd pain

nor heat

-lofty feet,

nor gloom of night

always in flight-

stays these couriers

windflung ferriers.

from the swift completion

Our mail tote: depletion,

of their appointed rounds.

Soaring o’er the rabbl’ing ground.

 

Written for Carrot Ranch‘s prompt: a postal carrier in an extreme situation.

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©2020 Chelsea Owens

January 30, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a postal carrier in an extreme situation. Even if you base your story on a true one, focus on the core trait of this postal carrier. Go where the prompt leads!

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18 thoughts on “An Overworked Poem About the Post”

  5. Both a clever pastiche of that teeth-grinding habit of poets who spread their words incoherently across the page to disguise their vacuity and an exhilarating waterfall of images. I suspect that in summoning up the ghost of Ern Malley you have shot yourself in your artistic foot. Love it.

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