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Wed 9 Jul, 2003 12:55 pm
A ball of grit moved neath the log- so I bent near to peer,
Did motion cause it to dislodge and tumble over here?
And then I saw it's little leg, uncovered at the edge
His beetle body all got in, but no further could he wedge.
Now then the spider- ugly mutt-- was moving toward the slit
between the cleft of log and dirt, THE BEETLE WOULD GET BIT.
I used a leaf to ever so lightly- to wiggle in his face,
And out he ran, this beetle swift, to find another place.
The 'grinning' spider (seemed to me)- did not give up the chase.
But the larger beetle was too big to onslaught face to face.
He edged around, and cause the bug to run another way,
Nor did I see what lay ahead, just colored like the clay.
Old bug just tumbled in on that... a tiny, wafting, web hair.
Then he began to toss about- the more, and became stuck there.
Old spidey had been crawling sly, and inching toward his place;
He knew the bug was coming here before they began the race.
From in the front, he swiftly dove and lurched and spit his nectar,
To cause old buggy to freeze up, and let him have some supper.
Now... just because I know it is the way of bugs and things,
It doesn't make me stop to wish the bug would have some wings.
They just don't have a chance in life, with sticky webs around.
Unseen enemies pounce and trap you, while you're just crossing ground.
So. You can tell me I am wrong, and turn this story off.
But I stomped that spidey, laid that bug in a grave of tender moss.
Jackie, brilliantly done; however, Robert the Bruce would take you to task, but don't let that bug you.
Good rhyming poetry, especially with a light lilt, is still excellent.
Applause--applause.
Wow Jackie, that is something else. I haven't seen verse beyond nursery rhymes about insects. Your writing here is quite bewitching.
This piece has real life oozing out of it and brings up pictures in my mind. Memories of my childhood. My uncles garden in a small village was home to vast numbers of snails and caterpilars, who in turn were prey to the avarian hordes.
Great stuff
Bowing... scraping...
Thank you Letty.
Who is Robert the Bruce? a nature nut?
Many memories, Oldandknew- and I am afraid I STILL do it.
Peer around under old logs and grapple with the soil and weeds.
Today I am planting chrysanthemums for my family. They received many at the recent funeral, and as you know, "beheaded and placed in a good autumn garden space" and they will be beautiful for years to come.
(When I visit my family, I have to come way high on the mountain-
I am SO PHOBIC about heights, I cling to the rails of the overhanging deck, looking down. But I can see a brook, like a ribbon tendril- way at the bottom. One day, through glasses, I saw little birds taking a bath in a pool. This is life.)
Thank you for your support. I love it.
Jackie, Robert the Bruce was one of those Scottish kings who, as legend has it, watched a patient spider continue to try and attach its gossamer to the side of a cave although it repeatedly failed. Finally, after many attempts, the spider succeeded. Thus Bob was able to rally his troops with the words: "If at first you don't succeed, try try again." As I recall, the spider was regarded as sacrosanct in Scotland.
Jackie, memory, curiosity and observation heightens your perceptions, so that when you write, your words are alive on the page. It gives your narative light and shade.
The stuff I write is about life that I've witnessed, people I've known.
Ok I bend the reality to suit the characters and the plot but I stay within the bounds of what I know.
Some years ago there was a guy I knew, somewhat eccentric in many ways. It was said of him, that if he didn't exist you'd have to invent him. A charater in a story of life.
I can't pre-plot what I write. I prefer to just let it roll out of my thoughts and thru my fingers and onto the keyboard.
We all have our different ways of doing it.
The other thing I don't accept is writers block. If you sit there with a blank page it's no good just looking at it waiting for devine inspiration. If it's not there just write. Write anything, Gets the brain ticking and all of a sudden, BINGO. You've got the first senrence and even the first paragraph.
I'm not saying that's the right approach for everybody, but it's how I do it. Maybe a bit of it might suit you, I don't know.
But you do have a good way with words. Keep it going.
Wonderful little tale, Jackie.
Thanks for your observations and hints, Oldandknew- they are wisdom. I believe in writing ONLY about what I know (at least SOME of.) I might embellish it a little, also- or change places, names and dates. But I really like to write short stories.
Are you a writer? By profession I mean?
Letty,
The Bruce was biased based on his own personal experience. :-)
I appreciate your reading my little pome, edgar. If I didn't feel it so
STRONGLY (can't abide spiders) I probably couldn't think of a word.
I enjoy reading you , too.
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