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Hello and Happy Friday! I was walking out of Starbucks with my friend yesterday, when she drew my attention to a vulture perched on the edge of the dumpster. It was a big bird and it was just casually peering down into the smelly garbage. I wish I had snapped a picture.

We had just finished up our writing group meeting, where I talked about my creepy middle-grade story. I immediately had to chuckle because my very first thought upon seeing the vulture was “I wonder who dumped a body in there?” I guess I am just kind of drawn to the macabre. Or maybe I’m just not quite right in the brain. Either way, it makes life interesting.
I decided I wanted to write a poem about the vulture for today. One of my struggles with writing poetry is deciding on what form to write. So I keep a list of poetry forms at my desk and then a roll a die to determine which to use.
Today I rolled “preposition poem.” I had never written one before, but it was a lot of fun. I like how to story unfolds, but you kind of have to fill in the gaps too. For those who don’t know, a flock of vultures in flight is called a kettle and a group eating together is called a wake. They can also smell carrion from up to a mile away. They really are fascinating creatures.
Vultures
In a panic
Past midnight
Inside thick black bags
Over the dumpster lip
Beyond prying eyes.
At noon
From the sky
Toward the fetid smell
Onto the dumpster
With the gathering wake
© Rebecca Herzog 2019
I agree that vultures are fascinating creatures. Thanks for your poem and for teaching us this terminology about them. They were common in the area I grew up in. We watched kettles of them circling the sky and wakes were regularly found at the local dump.
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Yes! We have a lot of them here in FL, and I am very grateful for how quickly they clean up all the roadkill.
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A new form to me! All those prepositions keep your poem moving from one line to the next, showing us those vultures in action.
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Thank you! It was a fun form to try out.
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Your poem is delightfully macabre, Becky… and all too familiar. There are SO many vultures around here. Though I guess it’s not surprising since the fresh roadkill each morning is more than enough to keep their tummies full!
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Yes! And I am so grateful for how quickly they clean everything up.
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The form was perfect for the topic! The prepositional phrases create spaces for the imagination to fill in with mystery and murder!
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Thanks, Mary!
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