What Lay Beneath

Once, the pavement was a canvas
for colourful chalk on grey.
I was a street artist until

the rain washed it away,
became curious about what lay
beneath. Grass and weeds

promised a secret world of soil,
ants, scuttling beetles,
and an earthworm’s coil.

Kim M. Russell, 11th November 2024

Image by Morten Jakob Pedersen on Unsplash

It’s Quadrille Monay at the dVerse Poets Pub, where our host, De, is asking: What the What?

De would like us to write pithy little poems of exactly 44 words, not counting the title, including some form of the interrogative word she has provided: what?

We are allowed to get creative and whatnot, and she has given us poetical inspiration from Shel Silverstein and Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

I have taken an old poem and distilled it into 44 words.

57 thoughts on “What Lay Beneath”

  15. so much, Kim. So much is in this. Some of what you stirred up in me: ‘Under the cities lies a heart made of ground’, let me remain along I paved country lane, slickers can keep their city streets, their children know no rocks, just chunks of concrete or asphalt.
    a fabulous quadrille.

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