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Spring Clock Ticking
by Kristina Woodhillthe deer tick crawled quietly up the bedroom door frame
identified by the woman, confirmed with an expletive
that bounced off the hall walls, sinking into the deep carpet
that warm, wall to wall nest, upstairs and down
those damn cats and their damn thick fur,
inside and outside inside and outside
the mallard ducks that parade about the pasture and the ponds
their waddling wiggle, low to the ground
cats and ducks, pant legs, boots, brushing and brushed
painted new spring green by grass blades reaching up
perfect pathways and passage to warm-blooded feasts
food for their future progeny- fill 'er up! red hot wine!
only a matter of time, as today invites tomorrow
courting the silent, deadly tick tick tick of spring 04/26/2008 Author's Note: Ticks, some say second only to mosquitoes in spreading disease. Two in the house this past week. ARG!!!!!
Posted on 04/26/2008
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/27/08 at 12:35 AM This is a ticklish matter. Yes, I have expletivated them too, for here they come in all their protoplasmic element. Dram statisticks status ticks, when it comes to these, who can be agnostick? You have me jumping up and down, like I'm on a pogostick. :) :) :) Cool poem! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/27/08 at 10:39 PM Hi Kristine. Again you paint a naturally occuring with a poetic brush...that even the tick might be honored. Thanks. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/29/08 at 12:46 AM Not so ticklish situation with ticks around! UGH!
I tried digging one out of a friend's hand (at his request). Got the blood running and put peroxide on it. But not sure I got the whole head! They really dig in. Fortunately the friend is probably deadlier to it than it would be to him! LOL!! Well, descriptive poem, attention holder! |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 04/29/08 at 03:36 AM here and i was thinking of the ticks being from clocks...this caught me off guard for a second, but when i got back on track, i smiled. you capture pictures that others generally do not take and that's why reading you is a breath of fresh air. mixing the simple truth with jumpy adjectives...this poem is good times had by all, except those annoyed by the actual ticks that is. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/01/08 at 04:08 PM Let me start by saying, EWWWWWWWWWWW! But then let me GO ON to say that I love the way you take a snapshot of something and turn it into a poem. If poetry were photographs (and your ARE, hehe), you'd be winning first prize all over the county fair!! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/01/08 at 04:09 PM Oh, I also meant to mention the giggle I got with "inside and outside inside and outside". Not only is that SO true for cats, it also added to the rhythm/not rhythm theme of this poem. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/02/08 at 12:10 AM Sounds like you are ticked off....CharMin |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/17/16 at 05:15 PM Really well done m'lady and certainly deserves POTD. Love it but not the ticks! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/17/16 at 06:30 PM Excellent poem Kristina. Glad I finally caught up with it, and congrats on POTD...well deserved! |
| Posted by H.M Stevens on 02/17/16 at 10:04 PM deadly ticking of spring. what a delight! love this so. |
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