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Thursday, 15 August 2019

A MYRIAD OF CICADAS


The Wednesday Muse

Hosted by Toni at Kanzensakura


Thank you Toni for this most interesting of prompts.
Until yesterday I did not know what a Cicadas is and I duly researched them on the net. There are 3000 different species, their life cycles are by no means the same. One particular species struck me, having a life cycle of 17 years, there is another of 13 years, but some are annual, and others biannual. I hope the accompanying video is playable all round the world because it is fascinating.



But first to the writing.


A MYRIAD OF CICADAS


They come in legions at their appointed hour,
Multitudes, multitudes like grains of sand upon the shore.
They emerge from the darkness of the earth by night, in unison, 
As if commanded by the grand master of their universe.
Legions, thousands, multitudes, numbering like the stars in the heavens,
All marching into the light of day,
All with the same endeavour after their enforced imprisonment.
Seventeen years, deep beneath the ground as nymphs of the night.
Solitary, root sucking, waiting as if forever for their call. 
They hear it and respond as one for their goal, a festival of life,
A vast orgy of the skies, they move ever forward for that reward.
They are greeted by hungry, cruel mouths, awaiting their feast of plenty, the like their eyes have always been denied.
And still they come, replaced by more and ever more fat grubby nymphs, for that great encounter.
They climb into the trees, high, and ever higher and pause to find a friendly leaf.
They rest and cling to that leaf and by daybreak cast off that hideous outer shell, still clinging,
To emerge as beautiful winged creatures of delight, 
The female waits for loud calls to mate, and she has her pick from males of plenty.
Again, but now as wnged creatures, they are but fodder to cruel and hungry mouths, 
Yet these mouths are silenced as all are gorged and full in plenty.
Still more replace them as they find a partner, if for just for one brief treasured moment in time.
Their love affair is but fleeting and their job is done.
Eggs are laid and when hatched migrate to safety into the ground,
And their parents wilt, wither and die, such was their lifelong task.
The hungry predators will never feast again like this,
For this mass emergence will be denied to the forest for yet another seventeen years.







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Not a poem as such because I wanted to convey a lot of information.

Gosh 17 years of solitude, then when a chance of some fun comes along, you die before you get an encore.
Makes you wonder if it is all worth it . . lol



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Saturday, 10 August 2019

MAMMA, I HEAR THE SEA


The Sunday Muse #68

Thank you Carrie for this interesting prompt.
It prompted a bit of a 'tear jerker' response, so I advise a box of tissues.

Photography by Edouard Boubat

Mamma, I hear the waves breaking gently onto a shingled shore,
The sea speaks to me and tells me all our hidden secrets.
Like the times I paddled and it gently kissed my feet,
And cooled me on those hot lazy sunny afternoons.
The times I ran and splashed all along that boiling, frothy surf,
When the air resounded with my laughter and the seagulls swooped and smiled.
It held me gently as I swam ashore that kind and unkind day,
It picked me up and helped me with its loving tide.
It tried so hard to help my Daddy too,
And fought an undercurrent which cruelly took him out to sea.
It's incoming tide lost influence, then the fight eclipsed with sadness,
And my Daddy from that day became just a loving memory.

The shell echoed my loss and with a sympathetic voice,
Crying endless tears of sorrow as each wave caressed and lapped the shore. 









Eddie Bluelights
10 August 2019



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Friday, 9 August 2019

SPREAD YOUR WINGS IN GLORY


The Wednesday Muse


Thank you Toni for this interesting prompt.
Many apologies for my lengthy absence.


WINGED MIRACLE


Spread your wings, my beautiful creature.
Bask in the sun and drink in that sweet and treasured nectar of life.
For your existence is but the passing of a morning cloud,
Yet time enough for you to flutter while you find a mate.
Contemplate, reflect upon your long lonely journey,
When you crawled on your belly, gorging ravenously,
Ugly and unwanted you went to sleep,
And discarded your outer hideous countenance.
Your inner beauty transformed into a winged tapestry
Your wings pumped up by a myriad of swelling vessels.
Behold I see a miracle which not a soul can fathom.
You took to the air and fluttered high into the breezy sky 
To give us joy and happiness.




Eddie Bluelights
8 August 2019




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Saturday, 3 August 2019

IF ONLY I COULD ASSEMBLE THE PIECES



The Sunday Muse #67

I am back and I like this prompt very much.
Apologies for my absence. I feel rather like the prodigal son returning

Thank you Carrie, nice one.


Photo by Thiago Matos from Pexels


Held Captive

So, you reveal a piece of your existence to me,
A piece from the many, shattered and scattered far from my life.
I told you a piece or two is not enough, and will not satisfy my broken soul.
You are held captive, and will not give me the whole of your heart.
The keys to your heart is the price for my love, No more or no less.
Yet you feed me scraps of your life when you know it is all or nothing.
If you really loved me you would ask me to repair all those broken chances we lost.
All that we had, and all we enjoyed, 
All those bright stars of promise, now dimmed against a darkened sky.
Perhaps this jigsaw is an impossible fix so those pieces lost to me should remain lost for ever.


Goodbye 
and 
Get lost . . lol
Temper, temper!



Eddie Bluelights
3 August 2019


Thank you Carrie.
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