Thursday, November 4, 2010

Hotspur on High

Image borrowed from Bokemeyer Art.


Hotspur on High

As a child, while visiting the farm
of my second stepfather’s parents
in Illinois, I was attacked by a ferocious
rooster in the barn yard, all spurs,
slashing furrows in my boy’s back;
ever since that encounter
I have had the Rooster dream.

I awaken suddenly high above my
slumbering harem, hearing the stirrings
of a red fox, or a weasel, or a coyote,
or a rogue killer dog, pawing at the loose
board in the wall. I find those murderous
red eyes suspended in darkness,
and I smell the fetid breath.

I always raise the alarm, waking the women
as I fly down toward those eyes,
all spikes and fanned-out hackles,
shouting angrily, bellicose and chanticleer:

“I am cock-comet, white-hot son
of Caesar’s god Lugus.
I am Hotspur and I will stab you
in those damned eyes!
There is no gentle capon standing guard
this night--there is a proud game cock,
bred for fighting and confrontation;
I will crow until your ears bleed,
cut off your balls and peck out
burning ember orbs, and eat them
while you witness blindly!
You will find no sustenance, no succor,
no victims here among my ladies.
Be gone!”

The intruder flees
and I awaken a second time,
in my own body, in my own bed, forever wondering
why I have blood in my mouth,
and my hands are cramped into claws.

Glenn Buttkus November 2010

Listed as #54 over on Magpie Tales 39



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9 comments:

Unknown said...

how hideous this haunting
how deeply he has scratched your soul

Friko said...

a bit bloodthirsty, aren't you?

Kristen Haskell said...

I am speechless with this one and I think all I can say is OMG. That was a fantastic dream. You are the powerful one here!

Tess Kincaid said...

I love-love cock-comet and the rooster dream. Looking forward to hearing you read this piece!

Helen said...

My mother told the story of a mean old rooster who attacked her when she was a young girl ... she carried the scar above her eyebrow forever. I imagine she had a few of those dreams too. So well written, Glenn.

Paul Bauck said...

Glenn,
One of my earliest memories is being attacked by turkeys at my grandfather's turkey farm. They discovered the silver zipper on my coat and attacked it with vigor.

Thanks for a great poem.
Paul

Peter Farnum said...

Sounds like one of my dreams, did it really happen. I thought your choice of words conveyed the scene very well.

P

Suz said...

Fabulous truly fabulous!
what a creative soul you are

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

love the image you choose,
it is all refreshing, entertaining, and hair rising.
fantastic tale.