Welcome to my Poetry Friday Halloween party. Here’s the guest of honor and winner of the costume contest. Anyone know who my little beetle is? I found him on a lilac. He was about the length of my thumb nail. I searched, but I didn’t find him in any identification database. I was enchanted by all the things we was not, so I wrote this poem for him:
Beetle Guess
I have six striped legs
and a beetle I may be,
but I am not a jewel,
a false bombardier,
a golden tortoise
a horse-bean longhorn,
a globemallow leaf,
nor a pleasing fungus.
I may have flirted with
a darkling, teased an
assassin, ridden
a devil’s coach horse,
but I’m not ironclad,
death-feigning, clicked,
blistered, net-winged
or any form of weevil.
If you call me an ox or
a coconut rhinoceros, then
we shall not be friends.
I dreamed I was an
Ashy Gray Lady,
but when I woke,
I was not.
When I come back,
I want to be a whirligig
and dance circles on
sunny lake water.
Or perhaps a
fiery skipper
turning circles in
the wind.
Most of all,
I want to know myself.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: My beetle may be none of these things, cool as they are, but then — what is he? He looks closest to a tree borer, so chances are he was helping himself to sap. Does anyone know?
And did you know Massachusetts has a shamrock spider? I didn’t.
An alarming new study found that flying insect populations have declined by three-quarters in twenty-five years! Scary numbers. We need to be better stewards of the earth, or we will find ourselves being the pollinators in the fields.
Happy Poetry Friday and Nearly Happy Halloween! If you’ve participated before, you know what to do. If you haven’t, please click the blue box anytime in the next week and add a link to your blog with a post highlighting an original poem, quoting a favorite poem or reviewing poetry. Click here (if the link doesn’t seem to be working, please leave your link in the comments):
Such a beautiful nature poem! If you’d like check out mine, caelidotblog.wordpress.com/2018/01/23/paint-so-perfect/
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Thanks for visiting friendlyfairytales. I stopped by, and the art on your site is stellar. Liked your poem, too.
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Oh thank you!
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Lovely one.
Please do read this too https://aishwarya236.wordpress.com/2018/01/21/mute-talks/
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Tiny Assassin
Matthew Paul Warren
Hardly ever spotted,
Though massive to your enemy,
Slowly moving,
To ensure you survive genetically.
Misunderstood and misconstrued,
You do what comes naturally,
Not meaning to seem rude.
Though on insects you feed,
Mammals will do as well,
And whatever you bite,
The spot will certainly sting and swell.
Some call you bloodsucker,
Some call you assassin,
But those who know you well,
Call you Reduviidae,
Your colors, shape and needle,
Warn enemies to stay away.
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Reduviidae, so you say, he certainly didn’t seem worried about me that day. Thanks for stopping by to play!
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Check out my blog once 😊 please
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And so I did. Cheers.
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Thanx 😊
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Such a cute guy, what a treasure to find him and let you be inspired to such sensible poem! Love the ashy gray Lady! 😃✨🐞✨
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Wow.. awesome how people think so deeply…
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Thanks, Gaurav.
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