Toad Spring 2018
The soil suddenly breathed as I forked a pale Hellebore into sodden earth.
Almost riven through a spoon-backed, squat toad.
Warty: blotched green-black.
His slumbering smile reminds me of you.
Witch’s familiar boiled for bile, blood and faeces.
Palm-sized seducer of princesses’ who hop-crawls into silken sheets,
slicked with a swelter of venomous saliva.
Croak your poison into irresistible ears.
Bulbous, observant yellow-eyes, open
revealing copper-slanted-irises that blink and re-seal.
Spiny, nuptial thumb pads to better grapple floundering females,
which release pearlescent gelatinous strings of metamorphosing eggs.
I re-cover its slippery grin and cast a spell.
May a biblical plague of toads swarm your faithless King-size feather bed.