Insects are our planet’s friends. Even if they may be really annoying to us. We are fairly ignorant of how these smallest creatures figure in the whole trophic cascade. Take them out with a pesticide and we don’t really know how unbalanced things can become. Because nature will always fill a vacuum. Something will move in for sure. This morning my poetry practice poetry form random pick comes from Wales. It is the Clogyrnach. Sorry! I have no clue how that should be pronounced! The poetry form runs to a six line stanza. Or it can be a five liner if you run the final two together; apparently, this is allowed. The syllabic scheme is 8-8-5-5-3-3. (or 8-8-5-5-6.) The general rhyme scheme is ab etc. You get the idea!
The subject of poetry practice this morning is…the midge. Scotland has them, but we only saw may flies on our visit. But they are out in force now here in West Cavan. As I found this morning. If you want to read more poems on insects you can find them in Carol Ann Duffy’s poet laureate valedictory project published in the Guardian Review some weeks ago. https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/apr/27/into-thin-air-carol-ann-duffy-presents-poems-about-our-vanishing-insect-world
To a Midge The window left open for the cats allowed ingress to the dreaded... MIDGE! It came and sat on an eyebrow's thread and made my face its bed. This morning it was lumps and bumps (like an inflattable mattress not overall plump) Itching is endless. Just stop with the mug dump! Copyright © 2019 Bee Smith. All rights reserved.