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Bugged
Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2018 1:18 pm
by Kate
Bugged
Pinned, backside down,
against foam core
white as a lab coat,
limbs flailing in air,
antennae groping
for direction.
Missing a vital organ,
the pin holds securely
while the thrashing
will last till starvation.
Re: Bugged
Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2018 4:47 pm
by Tracy Mitchell
Nice poem - grim finale.
An allegory for MWC, is it? Just asking.
T
Re: Bugged
Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2018 5:11 pm
by Sharon Leigh
Yikes- v effective, the desperation. Sad! Do...insects even have vital organs? Probably
Well written!
Best,
Sharon
Re: Bugged
Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2018 9:35 pm
by Matty11
Hi Kate,
I take Tracy's point about an allegory. Like Sharon I wonder about insects/organs (the insect on its back triggered a thought of Kafka's Metamorphosis). The dynamic of
flailing/groping/thrashing are pinned brilliantly with the finality of
starvation.
best
Phil
I just googled insects/organs - and yes they do - learning is part of this poetry lark
Re: Bugged
Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 6:37 am
by Kate
Thanks All. This, obviously, was a quick ditty to help populate the board.
Signed, Bug
Re: Bugged
Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 9:29 am
by Catherine
Crual world ! And cold blooded statement. It does read like a metaphor...
Re: Bugged
Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 9:32 am
by Catherine
And I add I like the use of future at the end (will last...)It reinforces the cruelty touch : you will suffer long, and then only will you die.
Re: Bugged
Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 4:23 pm
by Marc Gilbert
Extremely vivid, Kate. Like it a lot. So glad you're here!
Re: Bugged
Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 4:27 pm
by indar
Is it OK to cry over a poem about a bug? The only saving thought is that they don't have much of a frontal lobe.
Good tell--the mention of the foam core as white as a lab coat. The dry eye of scientific observation. There are so many ways life on this planet (including human) becomes the subject of statistics, polls, consumer research etc etc. pinned down indeed.
Re: Bugged
Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 1:41 pm
by Dansinger
Oh dear! My father in law used to do this. He did butterflies and ichneumon wasps. I didn't share in his passion.
The poem describes it quite vividly. Made me shiver. Well done.