Mole

“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”  John Keats

the earth
­                   is baked
the grass
­­                   long gone
from fissured fields
earth
trickles
through
my
fingers
­                   in shades of brown and grey

I long for soft red clay
infused with water

and squat
a pink-nosed mole
my earthy fingers
digging deep
for damp soil

Kim M. Russell, 27th August 2018

Image result for mole digging from wind in the willows
Image found on telegraph.co.uk

 

My poem for dVerse Poets Quadrille #63 – earth

This Monday I’m hosting the Quadrille and the word is ‘earth’. All you have to do to join in is take any meaning of the word and transform it into 44 poetic words.

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60 thoughts on “Mole

  1. More of our brethren are using quotes; certainly pleases me. Your Keats quote is cousin to my Rilke one. Erosion and drought and climate change are all in the front row of our life these days; your ode to a mole
    is sweet & creative–but what’s next–a waltz for a wasp?

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    1. They get thirsty too and when it’s dry they can’t even get moisture from roots. Luckily my garden is a haven for all kinds of creatures as it never seems to dry out. When the field opposite is brown and crackling, our back garden is still lush. Unfortunately, Luna, our older cat, knows this and she lies in wait for them.

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      1. I’m hoping to build a water fountain in my back yard soon to help the wildlife in the summers. My cat was sitting on the front porch this morning lazily watching squirrels cavort not 10 yards away. I’m not too worried about him catching any birds. The hunter instinct seems to have gone dormant in him.

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  2. The feel of wet earth is palpable in your words — it evokes images of summers, droughts, and the comforting first rains.
    I liked the single-worded lines where the earth trickles through your fingers; it gives it a lovely flow. The line breaks can do so much to a verse.
    -HA

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  3. this is a powerful 44 Kim ~ absolutely well done and the form really adds the extra element to it … and each word is precise, proves the point and reinforces the images …. and yes, to be those (sometimes pesky) moles, they can really do so much damage by one night, not that it matters where I am, so I don’t mind – but they are fascinating creatures …. and now, I’m off to think about, The Wind in the Willows …. hmmm ….

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      1. LOL – yes, now I have a whole host of characters from my absolute fave childhood book waving “hello” in my brain … *sigh* (actually, kind of a wonderful thing right now) … hmmm … what a very open-ended prompt (I thanked you for it, but now, I might have to say, “I’m going mad for it! 😉 )

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  4. My goodness this is stunning! ❤ Love the image; “I long for soft red clay infused with water and squat a pink-nosed mole my earthy fingers digging deep for damp soil.” 😊

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  5. I keep several shallow bowls out of water for the bees and insects, also if sugar water. People forget that insects get thirsty too. Bee keepers in the area are urging people to leave out bowls or saucers of sugar water for the bees and water for the smaller creatures. I love moles. I love your poem of the mole digging its way up

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    1. We need more people to do this, Toni. Our garden is so green and juicy the insects and animals thrive in it. But I don’t know what happened to the bees this year; for a few weeks I saw plenty, then it was only wasps.

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      1. here in the states, an infestation of mites has wiped out whole colonies of bees and bats. my bat house has seen no action this year. we are doing all we can to promote bees. hence the suggestions to people to water and feed the bees. So sad.

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  6. The reader – me – and I squat and become the pink-nosed mole. 🙂 Love the shift in voice. Have never seen one of these up close…amazing photo you found. And oh yes….they would be in search of some moisture within the earth. A delightful response here to your prompt! 🙂 The earth in the perception of one of its smallest creatures 🙂

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  7. Beautiful poem–and Keats’ quote, too. I like the gentle tone of this.
    We’re having a resurgence of summer here. It’s supposed to get close to 100 F here–and it’s humid, too. It’s more lush green than cracked earth here right now.

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  8. “from fissured fields
    earth
    trickles
    through
    my
    fingers”

    This reminds me of that heart-rending scene in “The Grapes of Wrath,” when the farmer holds the dust from his field in his hand and cries out to heaven.

    You’ve written a haunting and poignant poem, Kim!

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