Crafting Chickens

Hello, I hope you're having a wonderful day! I'm here to leave a quick review on this lovely poem of yours.

I really like how the title represents the simple creation of paper chickens by children. It reminded me of making turkeys using the cutout of our hands and coloring them in. They looked nothing like real turkeys of course, but our imaginations created the images of them or even chickens, like in the poem. And I think that's what this poem is about: imagination creating life in the mundane. A piece of paper can become a chicken.

This was a wonderful poem! Good job!

I like that this shows the different possibilities of chickens. I believe that this poem represents how anyone can change and yet stay true to themselves, no matter what happens in the end. No one thinks much of chickens, but they are free to exist. Free to be. Maybe one day people will understand chickens, but that won’t be for a very long time.

I hope that you will have a splendid day/night.

Greetings!

How's the rollercoaster ride of existence treating you?
Ever since I decided to join this cozy unique community of writers I have found that "Chickens" are an intriguing topic here. I do not have the slightest idea as to why, but after reading some works on this topic and now your poem, I have come to think that it is certainly a fascinating topic and it deserves a headline.

Your poem begins by describing how the kids in the yard recognize that a chicken can take the form of a paper plate, showcasing their creative minds. The vivid imagery of a white circular plate with a single black dot for an eye, cut-out wings waving hello and goodbye, and held together by a spot of clear glue, sparks my imagination and transports me to the children's world.

Then you move on to the little guy in the gray shirt who is proudly presenting his adorable chicken while eating cheese and potato wedges and skillfully preventing the oil from sticking to the pearly paper edges. That little detail of a chicken graphic on his shirt was a nice touch.

The last stanza would be my favorite. These lines convey the idea that the children find joy and fascination in the malleability of imagery and the ability to see chickens beyond their traditional appearance. It speaks to the imaginative capacity of the children and their ability to find beauty and meaning in the most weirdest things.

This little poem of yours that you have here is really a unique piece of art. Your writing skills are amazing, keep it up!

"Art is visible in many ways- some see it, some read it."
-Red Riddle Rose

Hello there, Lim! This is Ina aka loveissourgrapes, one of the people you helped when I didn't know about the site and when you were a mod hihi. I love writings about chickens so, let's get into reviewing your poem.

First impressions. I thought it was going to be funny or something like what other young writers write in this site. But this one, just made feel very hungry. It is also fun because you can imagine children in a park or an art class, crafting chickens, with actual chickens or ones with paper. The lines:

"the boy in the grey shirt ran up to me,
to show off the chicken in one hand, while he
with the other, ate cheese and potato wedges"

These lines made me crave for chicken, cheese and potato wedges. Ugh, and since, TMI, I am on my period. I crave for a lot of things especially food. It also gives off nostalgic vibes like the poems I've been seeing one this site for days. The last two lines:

"how chickens could be anything
and still be chickens."

These lines feel good for closing the poems and the message you have talked about in your poem. You can make anything out of chickens but they will still be chickens because they are truly chickens. Overall, it's nice. Keep on writing!

Have a nice day/night. I hope you have fun with the tortoise race lile I am.