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The Turkey Dinner

A poem by Beverly Stock.

The turkey slipped inside the case,

All plump at his finale,

A carcass bare excluding face,

I felt some melancholy.

His neck was cocked, he made no sound

His skin all white and plucked

A while ago he’d fluttered round

Frozen now and out of luck.

I rose: Ah, then, it seemed he knew

Too late his helpless error

He seemed to roll an inch or two

And slipped by my hand in terror

Now here, now there, side to side

Escape was not in his purview.

I had to find in aisles so wide

More items for my menu.

With love, I fixed my turkey,

His shanks, they were a winner.

No family came, all quarantined

So, we “Zoomed” during holiday dinner.


Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp-Online, in the UK. Visit and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.

The Turkey Dinner

© 2020 Beverly Stock


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