deepundergroundpoetry.com
The Giggle
The Giggle
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud
rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry night above.
No bird beat wings. No mouse did squeak. Not even an owl’s hoot
could pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots.
I stomped upon a cigarette. The embers fumed and fizzled.
As I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle;
not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee,
behind the house down by the marsh’s solitary tree.
I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru grass. I parted a bush with fear
and beheld a sight, not often seen, uncommonly vivid and rare.
A tiny stadium filled with bugs, some odd, some known by name
were giggling, cheering in tiny voices at an Insect Baseball game!
Miniature floodlights lit the diamond. A roach hit a highball fly.
A beetle with cap and glove caught it. The audience roared and sighed.
I couldn’t believe it! My mind was blown! Legs and feet went limp
as mosquito vendors shouted “Get your hotdogs, burgers and shrimp!”
Mesmerized, my face went tense. The muscles cramped my jaw.
A scene like this comes only once to remember forevermore.
I moved and something snapped or cracked, a limb, a twig, a branch.
All bugs then turned their eyes on me. Their glare….an avalanche!
They scattered in an instant, even turned off all the lights
and plunged the field in darkness making shadows of the night.
The beating wings, the mouse’s squeak, the owl’s nightly hoot
then pierced the calm to chase the bugs in hungry, hot pursuit.
And the tiny voices faded ‘neath a starry night above
in the misty, murky mire of a mangled marshy mud.
Namyh
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud
rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry night above.
No bird beat wings. No mouse did squeak. Not even an owl’s hoot
could pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots.
I stomped upon a cigarette. The embers fumed and fizzled.
As I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle;
not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee,
behind the house down by the marsh’s solitary tree.
I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru grass. I parted a bush with fear
and beheld a sight, not often seen, uncommonly vivid and rare.
A tiny stadium filled with bugs, some odd, some known by name
were giggling, cheering in tiny voices at an Insect Baseball game!
Miniature floodlights lit the diamond. A roach hit a highball fly.
A beetle with cap and glove caught it. The audience roared and sighed.
I couldn’t believe it! My mind was blown! Legs and feet went limp
as mosquito vendors shouted “Get your hotdogs, burgers and shrimp!”
Mesmerized, my face went tense. The muscles cramped my jaw.
A scene like this comes only once to remember forevermore.
I moved and something snapped or cracked, a limb, a twig, a branch.
All bugs then turned their eyes on me. Their glare….an avalanche!
They scattered in an instant, even turned off all the lights
and plunged the field in darkness making shadows of the night.
The beating wings, the mouse’s squeak, the owl’s nightly hoot
then pierced the calm to chase the bugs in hungry, hot pursuit.
And the tiny voices faded ‘neath a starry night above
in the misty, murky mire of a mangled marshy mud.
Namyh
Published 20th Feb 2024
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 5
reads 125
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
20th Feb 2024 9:33pm
Very creative, I loved it! I would probably be more interested in baseball, lol, if I could watch insects play it. Nicely done.
1st Mar 2024 2:12am
Joylyn - I've got streaming satellite feed and surveillance cameras ready for the next insect baseball game to be recorded and presented in vivid living color. Whoa! Mighty glad you stopped by Joslyn and loved this poetic black and white version. Namyh
26th Feb 2024 8:15pm
in the misty, murky mire of a mangled marshy mud.
I have seen, i have read something like this somewhere here, before
Your style is much familiar to someone with good yet, strange dark poesy, who posted here a time ago..
Your story is very good and poetically composed......
Good one.
I have seen, i have read something like this somewhere here, before
Your style is much familiar to someone with good yet, strange dark poesy, who posted here a time ago..
Your story is very good and poetically composed......
Good one.
Poetic Delight - Good memory! That someone is indeed me. Long ago, some of these works were shown and may have brought back a memory. Really good to hear from you again and thanks PD for enjoying. Namyh
19th Mar 2024 8:25pm
