- Poetic Asides Wednesday prompt is to write about a generalized group of people, animals or things. In fact, make the title of your poem the subject; then, write the poem. Possible groups might include “Lawyers,” “Zombies,” “iPads,” “Bottled Water,” “Athletes,” and so on. Your poem could be a wide sweeping epic on this group, or it could focus in on one example that represents the whole. I was all set to revive a diatribe of a poem about politicians, see here: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2010/08/31/journey-into-sorry/m.
But on my daughter’s blog yesterday was a cautionary tale plus a couple of video clips she’d taken of the incident disclosed in my poem
The clips are here: http://www.youtube.com/user/thehutts1#p/a/u/1/ci9zYejb6kI
- Tropical Ants
- Pharoah’s army has nothing on ants –
focussed, single-minded columns of black –
crawling in by the window,
tracing lines across the ceiling,
marching down to the floor,
and out again by the door.
- But woe betide you
if so much as a crumb
despoils the kitchen worktop.
A sharp left turn and the hordes
converge on the tasty morsel,
devour it on the spot, or argue
over who should carry it back
to wherever it is they live.
And even more woe betide you
should you leave a chunk of meat
carelessly unguarded for a second.
Never mind that the ants are small
and the treasure is big.
The ants will confer and discuss
a plan of campaign to
transfer the burden all the way
to their young.
With an ant hanging on by the teeth
to any protruding speck,
the booty’s remorselessly sidestepped
in macabre dance towards their home.
Many’s the time I’ve regretted
that God ever designed the ant,
but I know full well
if He hadn’t,
we’d be living with a horrible smell.