Fresh Mown

fresh mown

With blades sharpened, they pierce

in perfect time, synchronized to the

tree frog’s peeps, rhizomes unfurling

from their recent brush with burrowed

worms, smelling of dirt beer and toad

spawn, returning by instinct after a long

night outside of emerald city, because

really, who needs a yellow brick road.

NaPoWriMo #17

*Today’s prompt from National Poetry Writing Month encouraged us to very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses. I hope this poem has incorporated at least three and maybe a “sixth.”

I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. Won’t you join me in poetry?


2 thoughts on “Fresh Mown

  1. The sixth sense — the poet’s currency! It would seem that the shortest distance to that sixth sense is through the other five. I thought “dirt beer and toad spawn” was inspired.

    I loved the ending. Instinct vs the yellow brick road. Wow. Not just that, but the way the word image at the end restated the image in the photo, with those yellow roads in the grass. Very nice indeed — thanks for the good start to my day!

    1. I am fond of dirt beer and toad spawn, too. It’s very hard to describe the scent of newly mowed grass. It smells like, well, newly mowed grass. And that’s interesting about the yellow roads in the photo. Thank you for noticing, Maureen!

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