Body parts

[cidermaid]

Hi Keith, lots to like in this look back on childhood.
A time when small boys pulled wings off daddy long legs on the classroom window-sill to impress the girls...or at least for the fun of making them scream. It brought back lots of memories of just roaming around all day unsupervised and coming home at dusk. The lad on the farm next door used to raid bird nests, snare and skin rabbits and was the nominated chicken killer in the family... I was always squeemish about these things but then equally had a sort of morbid facination to view the gore. The details on the egg blowing were spot on. Nasty boys

Just offered a couple of comments - hope you don't mind.

Climbing trees all summer,
I close my eyes and only see leaves.
I have quite a collection
but guilt is at my stomach,
scratching away like a rat trapped
in a heated copper pot strapped
to my belly. Loved this whole stanza. (We had rat traps that were then dropped into the sheep dip troughs...similar sort of image that is very vivid for me).

A collection snatched from warm nests
a goblins rob for vanity ? goblin's
but what to do with the children,
they sit inside and await their fate.

Under my breathe I whisper, ? breath
this isn't going to hurt perhaps a comma after hurt
as I pin prick both ends and blow, I almost need a full stop here. Let the moment hang for a bit longer
blood and tiny bone, sinew and flesh
splatter on my plate. not sure I need on

A dozen breeds in total, heavy
in my murderous hands,
enough for a Frankenstein omelette. I like the self confessional acknowledgment of the foul deed as the close stanza. And the frankenstein omelette is just right