Why not Carlos Williams’
red one, complete with white
chickens? Why choose here
to have her brood? A family
of six new-born moles tucked
inside...the size of each,
no bigger than a two-pence
piece. I’d always waged war
on the blessed creatures...
what with digging up my lawn,
not to mention my leaks
and my prize broad-beans,
but the babies were so sweet.
A rockery project underway –
needed the barrow to cart
the blocks of stone...
but tomorrow would do –
just for the night I’d leave
them be...
and next day they’d gone.
Now...one year on, they’ve
brought me to my knees...
stuffing garlic down their
runs at the ungodly hour
of midnight, and I repeat,
‘Dear Lord above, of all
the wheelbarrows, in all
the yards, of all the world,
why my green one?’
Comments
skinner_jennifer | August 7, 2011 - 15:51
Ha, ha! Dear Tina,
I had to look up Carlos Williams on the internet,
found out he was a poet, like you, he wrote about
a red wheelbarrow.
I thought this was a very clever piece, the way
you managed to bring in the green wheelbarrow,
with those moles. I remember you telling me
something about Moles in your garden, didn't you?
It's always typical, isn't it? that just as you
need that green wheelbarrow, so baby moles decide
to nest in it. It must have been an amazing sight
to behold.
Another stunning poem Tina, so poetically told.
Hope your weekend is peaceful.
Jenny.
Cavalcaderl | August 7, 2011 - 15:52
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Hi! Tina, another good humor poem,
for the (IP) this week.
Images and so well written about, those little
baby moles.
Last stanza for me I like;
and the next day they'd gone.
Now...one year on,theyv'e
brought me to my knees..
stuffing garlic downs the
runs at the ungodly hour
of midnight, and I repeat,
"Dear Lord above,of all
the wheelbarrows,in all
the yards, of all the world.
why my green one?'
A realtive close of mine, had badger's up to the door. Sun is glorious. Have a good day.
Hectic yesterday!
julie xx
RachelPatricia | August 7, 2011 - 16:30
They sound so sweet indeed, Tina! Love those final lines, didn't half have me chuckling - great take on the IP :)
Rachel x
Silver Spun Sand | August 7, 2011 - 17:17
Hi Jenny. Glad you looked up Carlos Williams. Short but decidedly sweet, his famous 'The Red Wheelbarrow'. It's long been one of my favourites.
Pleased you liked this...and yes, our mole problem continues, especially after the episode which I describe above. They were so very tiny, indescribably so, but they've obviously sure grown big now, judging by the size of the molehills...not that I shall make a mountain of them;-)
Thanks for your lovely comment and I am having a lovely weekend...all bar the molehills;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | August 7, 2011 - 17:18
Thanks, Julie;-) Pleased you've got sunshine. We've just had thunder and lightning.
Have a good week.
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | August 7, 2011 - 17:19
Much obliged to you, Rachel. They were indeed gorgeous. Pleased you enjoyed and many thanks for telling me;-)
Tina x
Highhat | August 7, 2011 - 17:30
Wonderful Tina- your heart certainly went out to the little creatures. A great one for the IP-
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | August 7, 2011 - 17:33
Thank you, Pia;-) And they really did pull at my heartstrings.
Tina;-)
maggyvaneijk | August 7, 2011 - 18:37
another brilliant interpretation I love what these IPs do to your imagination
Silver Spun Sand | August 7, 2011 - 18:41
Thanks, maggy:-) Yes, don't know what we'd all do without the IPs every week. Marvellous for that 'writer's block';-)
Pleased you enjoyed.
Tina
barryj1 | August 9, 2011 - 19:46
I prefer your poem over his, even though Williams started a new movement (imagism) in twentieth-century, American poetry, but then you told a better story.
Silver Spun Sand | August 9, 2011 - 20:45
Gosh - what a compliment, barry;-) Thanks, so very much. Pleased you enjoyed my story, and I would like to say it has a happy ending, but the little blighters really are destroying what is left of my garden, so maybe it's a case of counting to ten and thinking of how cute they look at a couple of days old;-)
Tina