Do you mind a rerun? (It's been that kind of week, and this little poem is appropriate for the moment.)
While out walking yesterday, I was positively pelted by small, leaping demons. Some might call them "grasshoppers" but this week — when they're in the middle of their annual August hysteria — I'm calling them "the things that torture me on my walk and make me startle a greater number of times than I did when I watched The Shining."
I don't like flicking them off my face.
(Thankfully, they only hit the face target once.)
Happy August!
Summer's End
by Karen Edmisten
August, morning walk.
The grasshoppers' pole vaulting,
a season shifting.
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The Poetry Friday round-up this week is being hosted by the charming and wonderful Denise Krebs at Dare to Care.
11 comments:
Karen, your description of grasshoppers as small, leaping demons makes me feel sorry for you. This is bug biting season and I came home from our family beach vacation with red, itchy blotches that turned out to be chiggers in the sand that attacked me. My dermatologist came to my defense with a steroid cream to stop the itchiness but it still goes on. Your haiku is to the point in a poetic way. I hope your grasshopper demons do not disturb you on future walks.
Oh, my goodness. I don't mind a rerun at all! So fun. I can see (and feel) those grasshoppers pole vaulting (what a great metaphor). I'm glad you only got one on your face today.
Carol, thank you for all that sympathy! :) I will send it right back to you regarding the chiggers. Chiggers are the REAL demons — awful! I was bitten by a bunch of them one summer and it was not fun. I hope you are de-itched soon!
Denise, thanks! I always think that if I’ve forgotten it’s August, the end-of-summer proliferation of grasshoppers will remind me of precisely what time of year it is. :D
Those crackly, dry bodies are a bit creepy when they hit with the force of their weight. I agree. Pole vaulting is a great description of the little (big) buggers.
He he small leaping demons. :) No one likes a grasshopper in the face! (Aside: we've been watching Australia:ALONE on Netflix. Those midgies are relentless! I couldn't take it.) xo
Thanks, Linda. You’ve made me want to write a poem using “crackly” and “dry”!
Irene, we love ALONE! But I haven’t seen the Australia season. Adding it to the TBW!
I haven't seen one here, Karen, & from your description, guess I should be thankful! I imagine it's because of no moisture? Sorry for the challenge of those "pole vaulters''!
And he looks so dignified in the photo -- a little nod of the head and be on his way sort of creature. Shame on him for pelting you!
I love your "vaulting grasshopper" poem and photo but am sorry he is bothering you:)
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