Frog Heralds

FROG HERALDS

 


            the frogs are breathing out

their viridian song

            hinged and screaking

                                   
the pleated creek

            hemstitched with frog sound

 

who could resist those lustered eyes

            and muscled thighs

                                   
the atmosphere of lust

its humid mucous

                       
consomme of pheromones

 

            this salientian mission

                       
is instinct’s ancient urge

a tapioca mass of blind

                                    black writhing eyes

                                                            
the object

 

                        
the canary’s job is past

            you are now the clarion

                        
receive this biological brief

pollution is your bellcall

                                   
your cage the air we share

 

             the moment when the croaking stops

                                                          
the coupling begins

a clangour of distant clouds

            echoes through this rainforest

then the frottage poetry of rain, still pure

 

                        the moment when the coupling stops ...
 

         

Published in Yellow Moon  Seed Pearls 19  Second place, Nature Poem
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                   

 

 

 

 

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