Insects
Betwixt charcoal of bough and gossamer thread,
Under rocks and thicket and serene of mead,
Midst green of blade and canopies dark,
In depths of soil and sap and bark.
A world of critters abundant in fauna,
Crawl and fly in habitat of flora.
In a world outside not far from our window,
Rustling through leaves and low crescendo,
Within the depths of shadow and surfeit of hue,
Lady bugs, ants, beetles, to name a few,
Ravish, nourish, feed and multiply,
Eggs and maggots, worms and house fly.
Scattered and patterned in cracks and grooves,
Larvae squirms as though the earth itself moves.
Spiders craftly spin their webs,
Slugs in trail, glistening dregs.
Leaves aloft and scurried away,
Ants in March to the fade of day.
A world of crawlies hidden in sight,
To most unusual and gruesome in sight.
Wonderous non the less, they progress through the trees,
The green of the undergrowth, nature in peace.
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Comments
Hey Simon,Â
What a beautifully worded poem, my friend. Really enjoyed that expose on entomology.Â
Great job.Â
Matthew.Â
Thank you Mathew you're very kind.
Brilliant descriptive wordplay Simon.
- SydÂ
Thank you Syd, a pleasure as always.