Best Dormouse Poems
Timid Timmy dormouse had a lovely home
But he was so sad and lonely; he didn’t want to be alone
He did some spring-cleaning so the house was really neat
He went and brought some nuts and some tasty things to eat
Put up a lovely poster inviting people to tea
Thought it was a good thing to stop him being so lonely
Visitors from far and wide came knocking at his door
Timmy was so happy he’d never had good friends before
He saw the cutest little dormouse in her pretty dress
Stood out like a shining star, he fell in love I do confess
Now Timmy and his ladylove have set up home together
Happy and so much in love, together forever and ever
Jan Allison 16th July 2014
Written for Animals Alive Contest.... but withdrawn in favour of Poor Peter Penguin Poem
Daisy Dormouse
My dearest Daisy Dormouse,
will you invite me in for tea?
I seek your hand in Marriage,
what will your answer be?
Dear Sir, my heart you flatter,
but I cannot marry you,
Mother say’s you’re a Rat
and betrothed to Chantelle Shrew.
There was a little dormouse
Who lived outside the house
He slept inside a small shoe
waking in the night
To find his dream had come true.
camouflaged nature
cornfield dormouse sleeping sound
silken web shimmers
There's an urgency to the ascending bleep of the alarm clock
Creeps in, nudging me from sleep.
I choose snooze, just five minutes more
And visions of the evening before,
When a tiny dormouse was seen,
Tip-toes back, drifts into my dream.
Persephone, the hazel dormouse,
Quiet queen of the hedgerow,
Has wintered in her haven of the underworld,
Slumbered in her bushy tail curled softly around her.
She's stirring as the returning light of this spring equinox
Dispels winter's gloom.
Persephone is awoken by a cacophony of floral symphonies,
New blooms a carillon of bluebells reverberating
In a tintinnabulation of campanula indigo tones
Reverberating with the violet and lilac peals of the grape hyacinth.
Persephone's ears prick to the tinkle and chime
Of the lilies of the valley, bellissima!
And in the distance, a golden merriment of daffodils and narcissus
Are trumpeting in the new spring.
In my dreaming, I am as teeny and tiny as Persephone,
She and I look at each other, and then up to the vast sky.
We nod a greeting to the lonely cloud wandering by.
Together we gaze at the brimstone butterfly,
Fierce and ablaze in his sulphureous yellow,
Herald to the new day.
Then my pictures of Persephone are slowly fading away,
She's leaving to go break her fast on the delicacy
Of nectar, caterpillar and aphid, which she likes the most,
Whereas me, now awake, I get up.
I go make tea and toast.