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| Image by: Ilder Sagdejev |
It’s that season again…
temperatures start to rise,
wheels spin in their tracks,
ruts appear, machinery clogs
as watered-down dirt
surrounds and inundates us.
Without significant leverage,
things stall where they sit.
The stench of manure and
decay, once disguised under
illusion of purity, reappears
to burn airways, gagging and
choking all within range.
The stench of manure and
decay, once disguised under
illusion of purity, reappears
to burn airways, gagging and
choking all within range.
Yeah, the climate is changing…
so get your boots on, and
for god’s sake, tread lightly,
lest you get sucked in.
Mud season is upon us...
let the slinging begin.
© Ginny Brannan March 2012
*First Image: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2003-11-27_Northerner_boots_in_mud.jpg Used with expressed permission.
Second Image by Parke Harrison, courtesy-The Mag
*Sharing at "The Mag" #109
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**d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night Week 36
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| "Machinery clogs..." |
*First Image: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2003-11-27_Northerner_boots_in_mud.jpg Used with expressed permission.
Second Image by Parke Harrison, courtesy-The Mag
*Sharing at "The Mag" #109
and
**d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night Week 36
Ginny, Nice focused writing. Your pictures are so emblematic of spring. I love the last two lines--an effectively witty windup to a great snapshot of the season. Excellent piece.
ReplyDeleteAh Steve, I guess I got the Spring part right! Was trying to use it as metaphor for the political campaigning. Maybe too much Spring, not enough political reference!
DeleteNot at all, Ginny...I'm just dense sometimes! And I've already been negotiating some mud around here.
DeleteThe end of this is so fun...great image both in nature and in the awful arena of our political landscape. Don't know if I can stand much more. When my sister was dying she said, with her drole sense of humor, at least I don't have to listen to any more campaigning crap. (That was 8 years ago!)
ReplyDeleteha i like it much ginny....when i lived in MD they would come spray the fields with manure and that was def how the air tasted and smelled for a while after....get on your boots for sure...and i too read into it a bit of the political climate as well....well played...
ReplyDeletehappy oln ginny
DeleteThanks Brian!
DeleteHaha - just love the last two stanzas! Great Ginny!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary, I knew you'd get it. Glad you enjoyed!
DeleteWell it is an election year...
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun and thoughtful write! Don't know a lot about politicians but I'll bet the majority of them are proper 'stick-in-the-muds'!
ReplyDeleteYes, Helena, and they know how to spread the "manure!"
DeleteThe scent of fresh spring mud is one of my favorites in all the world...
ReplyDeleteI have gotten stuck in the mud more than once....love this Ginny! :-)
ReplyDeletehaha...be careful not to get stuck in the mud...whatever that means...i got my boots ready...smiles..nice...gave me a smile ginny..
ReplyDeleteClever and entertaining write--and so true!
ReplyDeleteThe unmistakable whiff of Spring and electioneering.
ReplyDeletehipboots for the metaphor! unless I'm way off and you are really talking walking boots in mud :)...either way...it gave me the grins.
ReplyDeleteYou got it, Jebbi! A lovely election year of listening to political rhetoric flowing over the "airways" as each candidate waters down their version of the truth, touting how "clean & perfect" they are while slinging and digging crap out of their opponents' pasts. In the meantime, gears lag and stall in congress as Republicans and Democrats can't agree. So definitely, get those "waders" out, as there is going to be a lot of manure to wallow through before the election year is over!!
DeleteGreat poem Ginny, where would we be without mud and decay!
ReplyDelete...and political rhetoric!!
DeleteGinny! What started as an exploration of spring and the seasons change for me turned into a poem about many different metaphors- maybe you were talking about change or the difficulties in making changes ( as you talk about getting stuck in the mud)...maybe you talk about the safety of a more comfortable season like winter- where everything is consistent - slowed down, almost safe (almost!) either way- this is how your poem spoke to me- and I thought it was very well constructed and thought out ....nice work GB!!!
ReplyDeleteHaha! You have nailed this. Metaphorically strong and an accurate depiction of my current climate. Mud! Well done.
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