It is to my great delight that my much loved Chinese Silky chickens are becoming famous, inspiring both poetry and portraiture.
The enigmatic Brisbane-based poet Paul Squires (of Gingatao and Puzzle Box infamy) started this chook veneration trend with his poem ‘Gabrielle Bryden listening to Oscar-Peterson’.
Then artist Benedicte Delachanel of the blog Carnet des dessins drew the most amazing pictures of my two finest hens – Pompadour (the silkie with the finest pom pom) and Snowy (the pure white hen). Here is a copy of the lovely creation by this talented artist.

Fellow blogger and artist extraordinaire Aletha Kuschan was slightly distressed to discover that her hamsters were being treated with discrimination, possibly because they are bouffant challenged, and that no poetry was being written about the little munchkins. Her poetic response to Mr Squires is worthy of note:
I am so jealous. I know about the difference between Anne Sophie Mutter’s carefully choreographed swaying and Didier Lockwood’s exuberant playing! Can I help it that I have ten hamsters? Okay, the chickens are very fine chinoiserie, and hamsters are not so poetic, but I’m not asking for a sonnet or anything, but maybe just a couple of couplets in iambic pentameter?
I am most pleased to inform you of a happy ending to this story as Benedicte deigned to draw the adorable hamsters and Aletha herself drew a beautiful picture of Blanca (the hamster with the mostest) and wrote a limerick about the beautiful beasty.
All is well that ends well. Here’s to chook and hamster veneration.
The chooks have the look but the hamsters are pampered. What a wonderful pass the parcel this one is.
Sure is. If I write a kids book with silkies as characters than I know where to look for an illustrator. Hope you haven’t got swine flu!
Hi Gabrielle,
I am more at ease expressing myself with little doodles but I have no idea how to do it in a comment box…What can I say? Merci beaucoup.
What great drawings of your darlings. Getting a copy for yourself would be awesome!
That’s it, Blanca is bouffant challenged. We’ll get her to the salon right now! This is fabulous, isn’t? Our darlings being celebrated world-wide! AK
Well, here’s another poem dedicated to your fabulous chickens Gabrielle.
A Clucky Muse
A.S. Patric
The kind of chicken
that only takes seed from my hand
runs sentences headless, bodiless into words
flutters into pecked poems, roosts in hen-house heads
flying just high enough for the majestic taste of flight
What’s going on! Well that is just a fabulous poem Alec – thank you indeed – that last sentence is terrific.
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