Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Creepy behavior of insects is what makes insects creepy


Insect wings lie scattered a-top a mossy rock
but no sign of them who wore them;

where they've gone
no one knows.

Back into the ground perhaps,
back into the cracks of earth
or rotten wood;

after one night
of wild flying
towards wannabe moons
and starlights,

after one clear night
of mad dancing without steps
under the brightest spots made by Man,

pair away, en masse
to love and to mate.

After that, return to the undergrowths
to lay their eggs and then...

who knows what happens to them?

Insect wings lie scattered a-top a mossy rock
like discarded prom dresses.


nene said...

Great observation, excellent querying, consuming thought process, wonderful piece.

Thanks for giving me a moment of pensive compensation

Jannie Funster said...

Geez, could you imagine if WE only got to have sex once a year? We'd be dropping our wings (and about everything else too probably) with wild abandon! :)

Yes so interesting what some species do. Just amazing, really. And sketched into this lovely poem. Beautiful!

Ravenblack said...

Nene: Thank you! :)

Jannie: LOL! Thanks for coming by, always good to see you.

Victoria said...

I love this. These are the kind of questions that get to me, too. I had a poem that asked "Where do the crickets go in wintertime?" Now you've got me wondering again. Lovely use of details in this one.

Fred Rutherford said...

Pretty neat. Love the title, the overriding metaphor, the cycle back to the beginning. NIcely done. Thanks

Ravenblack said...

Victoria and Fred: thanks, appreciate your comments. :)

Laurie Kolp said...

Had to chuckle at discarded prom dresses.

Brian Miller said...

you really ran with those wings...i really hope it was not someone pulling them off to make ssomething feel their pain...that was my first thought...sorry...very nice spin on this...

Ravenblack said...

I think if someone were to pinch them off they would be damaged. I have seen it in my own apartment, the insect, wings lying on the floor and it running aimlessly. One-use only wings? :D Just don't know why they do that. :)

Thanks for the visit and comments, Laurie and Brian.

Daydreamertoo said...

Great observation. It is sad to think they do drop off though and leave them so they can't fly.
Really lovely picture to compliment the great imagery in your prose.

Ravenblack said...

Thanks Daydreamer. The odd finding inspired the writing of this. :)

Raven said...

Hi Ravenblack. It was good to see you. I enjoyed this piece for you spoke of it so truthfully just the way I see it happen too. It was a good portrait.

Ravenblack said...

Thanks Raven. :) Appreciate your visit and comment. Cheers to you!

Jannie Funster said...

Jannie is baaaaak! :)

Just sayin' hi, hoping you are well and having fun this spring day.


Anonymous said...

I'm so sorry I missed this last week. How could I, the title alone sent me into fits of laughter? Maybe it's the biology major in me but I just LOVED this, thank you.

Ravenblack said...

Jannie, Anna, thanks for visiting. :)

I've been somewhat absent from blogging myself. Always glad for your comments and visits.