I am participating in my ninth Slice of Life Story Challenge run by the team behind the Two Writing Teachers website. We are challenged to write a blog post a day throughout the month of March.
The junebugs came a-knockin'
At my window late last night.
I was typing at the table
They were drawn to my work light.
The junebugs came a-knockin'
I thought, at first, just leaves
Pushed off boughs by greening buds
And floating on the breeze.
The junebugs came a-knockin'
Though it be just barely Spring.
How odd, I thought, given their name
To already be on the wing.
The junebugs came a-knockin'
Tap-tap-tapping on the pane
And told me that the Summer
Will soon be here again.
Image courtesy of Anita Gould, flickr
I am really not that fond of these little beetles, their wings a blur as they repeatedly batter themselves against our windows and doors. They were a good reminder, though, that the evening was late, and I should cease working and go to bed.
They're here, already?! I don't like them either, destructive little beasts. One year I tended a friend's rose garden when hordes of these things descended like a plague - I kept slicing the damage off the bushes until I was convinced they couldn't possibly live, but, miraculously, they did. I do appreciate the promise of summer they bring - but I'll be saving myself for the cicadas. Your poem is an absolute delight, with those tapping rhythms.
ReplyDeleteInspiration at our doorsteps, right, Fran? I'm with you--I loathe anything with shells that can fly, and their tapping is truly annoying. I am sorry about your friend's rosebushes, glad they recovered!
DeleteI love the rhythm in this poem. Are you reading it to the kids? I think they'll love it! Unless they're scared to death of them. Not my favorite critters at all. I saw one some time last week. I certainly didn't respond with a poem, lol!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alice! I may just share this in April, along with poetry month. The rhythm was fun, the tapping--ugh.
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