I’m back in the village and back to posting pictures of dead bugs. After all, when they’re this beautiful, how can I resist?

dead carpenter bee

The bugs in the poem below aren’t dead. They are, however, as bright as jewels in the early morning sunshine.


At dawn, the sprinklers cast
their centrifugal sequins to the sky,
arched and stretched in pirouettes, unfurled
their dervish choreography.

Now starlings stalk the lawns;
they stab at glistening carabids and jab
decisively at quicksilver
caught between blades of grass.

The poem is taken from the book Around the Corner from Hope Street, which is illustrated by Lance Tooks. Hope Street is available as an iBook for iPad (including audio of all the poems) from the iBookstore or from Amazon as an ePub for Kindle (without sound).

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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