Mouse & Mortality: A Small Poem On Being Small

Beeches shook their auburn curls
like closely clustered giddy girls
chattering to pose and tease
whispering jokes into the breeze

Peaceably beneath I trod
an early dark and dewy sod
wondering that all was good
deeply in the wandering wood

A fungus there, a cobweb here
a brown birdsong above my ear
every sense at once obedient
yet drunk on every sweet ingredient

The dog a dizzy blur of mania
in a squirrel-scent arcadia
while above her quarry peers
twitching grey and tufted ears

Taunt her more, nut-loving friends!
On your guile a life depends!
A patch of silver in the roots!
In my heart a shudder shoots!

A tiny child in velveteen
by all others yet unseen
much too young to be abroad
a loss a mother can’t afford!

Beneath perhaps in rooty rooms
she paced and sighed imagined dooms
pressing to his empty nest
as if to hold him to her breast

Above he clawed and clutched and stretched
his little tracks in soil etched
the tiny traveler damp and grey
with what eyes knew he his way?

Somnambulant or still birth-blind
yet no pause to turn behind
he clung with purpose to his goal
and reached the safe and sandy hole

Did he trace his mother’s love?
Then let me do the same above
wandering asleep or blind
the stark morass we call the mind!

God forget me not on earth!
Breath of life that gave me birth
draw this little child of Yours
safely to Your Heart Indoors!

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4 Responses to Mouse & Mortality: A Small Poem On Being Small

  1. Sumangali Morhall March 3, 2011 at 1:52 pm #

    Thank so much, David! In turn I am lost for words πŸ™‚

  2. David March 3, 2011 at 1:11 pm #

    Exquisite writing Sumangali ! I love this poem

    Your verse seems to have everything – great skill with words; a vivid conjuring up of marvellous enchanting worlds within the world around us; there are beautiful succinct, entertaining metaphors and images; sweet and playful rhyming and rhythm which are a joy to read.

    (It’s having good effects already; I feel more articulate just having read your poem)

  3. Sumangali Morhall October 11, 2007 at 1:04 pm #

    Bless you, Sharani, your comment on my humble little string of verses made my day.

    I hope so much to write more poems, if only for the journey or writing them, let alone if I know someone out there enjoys reading them too!


  4. Sharani October 9, 2007 at 4:31 am #

    I immediately fell in love with this poem on my first reading of it. It reminds me of Emily Dickinson somewhat although it bears your distinctive signature which is inimitable in its own right. I hope you continue to share your poetry on your blog for many future posts yet to come.

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