The chicken coop crafted from pallet boards and nails stands strong in our backyard through blizzards and at least one tornado. We watch the Ameraucana hens peck and prance through the dry grasses, looking forward to spring’s warm breath. Foreboding clouds swirl overhead with the threat of rain, and we spot the twist of sudden lightning in the distance.
gray speckled bodies
skip-hop up narrow ladder
seeking shelter now
gunmetal gloom overhead
thunder rumbles pallet home
I attempted my first Tanka prose for Colleen’s weekly #TankaTuesday Challenge. My husband built our chicken coop four years ago with some free pallet boards from his work site, a couple YouTube videos, and his scrappy ingenuity.
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Your husband did a great job! I love the phrase ‘gunmetal gloom.’ Great poem! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Wonderful story and poem … and great building skills there! Love this, Sarah 💕🙂
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Thanks! He is always really modest, but I think he has mad skills!
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Sarah, I love this tanka prose. It puts me in the moment as the storm approaches. Well done. ❤
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Thank you!
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You’re so welcome. ❤
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A great Poem, indeed.
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Thank you!
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Your hubby has talent! Great poem!
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Thanks! That’s what I tell him 🙂
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Wow, Sarah… did you guys build that?
❤
David
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I can’t take the credit– I only drove the vehicle that transported the pallet boards from the job site to our home. My husband’s the carpenter/handyman extraordinaire!
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