Long Silverfish Poems
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When the earth was formed, molten iron sank to its center to make the core.
A cataclysmic meteorite showers that hit Earth after the core formed; they say Earth’s gold and platinum arrived in a meteor showers that lasted 200 million years.
Priced elements rare and highly valued soft golden yellow, silverfish-white most sought after metals in the world.
As the years passed the metals have gradually worn away broken into pieces by wind, water, or other force of nature.
Elements that are heavy in weight, moved through the millennial of years, found concentrated and trapped between rocks, streams, rivers, and ocean beds.
It has been coveted, stolen and buried, and people have died for gold.
Christopher Columbus sailed to America looking for gold.
Mined or dredged as dust or nuggets that can be melted down, shaped and sculpted into any form imaginable.
I like to wear my raw gold nugget around my neck on a gold chain.
4/13/2018
Its dark in here, there’s a scuttling noise, there is something I see
The dinosaur of the modern age, silverfish are crawling free.
There is a dripping sound; I smell an old wet rag
In fact the smell is awful, it even makes me gag.
I am keeping very still; there is a light in the big room
I see through this crack, even though I am in the gloom.
I turn around slowly; I wish I’d stayed outside
But the smell of food enticed me, then I find I could have died.
Sitting on the wire, a huge chunk of moldy cheese
But still in did entice me, my hunger it may appease.
It was the memory of my little wife that stopped me just in time
When she stepped onto that trap she thought it was a meal sublime.
But I remembered just in time, and now I turn my back
I am waiting for the light to go, then I will start to back track.
No more in this cupboard, will I lurk within
I may find a better mouse dinner, going through the rubbish bin…
© 22/03/2013 ~GG~
Emperor dragonfly had a ball
Stag beetle came big and tall
Water springtail brought housefly date
Common cockroach came without a mate
Eyed hawkmoth arrived in style
Caught ladybug’s winsome smile
Praying mantis brought sense of doom
Other mantises quickly left the room
Green lacewing came with water spring tail
Silverfish brought rest of supper from jail
Cicadas arrived with bottles of ale
Unusual feather bug came smelling quite stale
Bumblebee brought fresh honey and wax
Colorado potato beetle was holding his flax
Black ants brought chips from master’s house
Only one empty handed was elderly book louse
Morpho butterflies arrived dressed to dance
You could hear the music half way to France
Emperor Dragonfly’s shindig was a huge success
Firefly made magic with his sexy light up mistress
Everyone had a fine time except Praying Mantis who left mad.
Best Shindig ball the host, Emperor Dragonfly had ever had!
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Trapdoor groans—not ghosts,
but hinges shedding rust like snake skins,
old wood sighs beneath the weight of years,
a dry cough of timber settling into itself.
Sunlight, thick as poured honey,
warms the spines of leather-bound scrapbooks
where ink bleeds into yellowed pages.
Grandad’s trunk yawns open:
Inside, a woolen uniform, stiff as frozen fish,
still guards its stripes.
A cracked leather suitcase spills sepia photos—
a bride squinting in the Missouri sun,
her lace gloves chewed by silverfish.
Under the dormer window sits
a hobbyhorse missing an eye,
its rockers having scarred the floorboards.
In the corner, discarded Easter baskets
melt into wicker tumors filled with
fossilized foil-wrapped chocolate eggs.
The beams hum with termite hymns—
tiny jaws dissolving joists
into sacred dust.
But open the window~
catch the updraft of cut grass
from the yard below.
It wrestles with the gloom,
this breath of living things,
and for a moment,
the attic remembers the world.
Behin' bared doors, beneath yer floors,
in cozy dens and caverns deep
y'll find me der down under de stair
where gutter rats scamper and silverfish sleep.
"Who can I be, hmmmm let me see.
I be a thief Good Grief!"
On to Ol' Town's docks walks Goldylocks
decked in de heights a fashion
in 'er purse I peeks, I rummage, I sneaks
discoverin' coin for me passion!
Den off to de park fer another mark,
I grimace and frown appearin de clown
Whilst signin' for de gang we makes a plan
ta break all de rules in de 'ole damn town.
Soon der's a tussel wid all of dis muscle
den me fingers kin creep in 'is pockets deep
grabbin' the loot I's trained ye see
yet, what I find i donna na keep.
Who can I be, hmmmm let see,
I be a thief Good Grief!
At Marchant's Oak near Fayrin's rest
Down forest paths,through high grass
I stalk de traders, cause I loves dem best
Why let me see who can I be so crass?
Who can I be, hmmmm let see,
I be a thief Good Grief!
But surin what I find I will na keep
Dough stealing be me duty,
I'll give ye back whats in yer pack
Fer I be an Honorable beauty.
And if per chance ye needs a hand
Wid opening treasure boxes cutie..
Donna get smart wid some other tart
who'll walk off wid yer booty!
Just 'ave a cheer fer I be 'ere
~Honoravillana at yer duty!
Dis 'err piece a work be dedicated to de Raven ‘aired beauty
name of Constance La France