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Ant, Black and White, Fern, Florida, Nature, Photography, Poetry
Haggard and pithy,
Soft wind yawning, leaves lustrous,
Plumes looming in drear
Where arthritic hands
Punch through the death, strewn,
‘Neath the fernery.
Insects creep and probe,
Below-
Clamber Ebbing Light,
Gallant spores leeching Ant’s brain-
Cranium Garden.
Such is Nature’s pain,
Sometimes,
In this brittle sacrifice-
Tender mist of spores spills down
From doleful heavens.
A Day in the Brine 
The do look like arthritic hands. Hope you are well. I haven’t heard from you in a long time. I have been having spam problems, so you may find me in the briny slime of your spam box.
Nah, here you are right where you should be! I am so elated to hear from you. I have so missed blog-land. Yes, I found those “hands” when I suddenly found myself slipping and slidding down a steep slope and into a creek below. I do this….I inch to the edge, craning with the camera, and then Gravity….As I scrabbled back up, in true mountain-climbing fashion, I noticed them, and performed a rabid contortion in order to capture them. Oh I just love hikes!
I would totally love to go on a photo shoot with you. I think I would need a video camera!!! I mean we could do comedy between your slippery contortions and my just plain awkwardness, we might be quite entertaining. British humor – even though it’s been a while since my family was British, the humor travels through genes. So good to hear from you again!!!
A photo shoot would be fantastic. I bet we will make it happen one day XD Oh hahaha, or we could make a little radio-show, ship it to England, and “clean up” as the Ameri-phrase goes. XD Yes, Brit-humour is genetic, most assuredly 😉
Really good image metaphor. Love the title.
Thanks so much! Many ebullient cheers,
Autumn Jade
Ohh, this is very touching, in a kinda strange way, though I don’t get all the words (English is not my native language) I kind of get the essence of your wonderful writing and images. Love it!
Have a wonderful day!
Marie
Thank you so much! I was really in an odd mode when I wrote this, partially thinking about a particular jungle fungus that emits spores from above that a particular species of ant inhales. It immediately starts to destroy the brain, and the ant is prompted to climb the tree of which the spores have been dispelled from, and upon a high limb, the fungus feeds on the internal fluid of the ant and sprouts right out of the ant’s head where the brain once loomed. Right, anyhow, thanks so much for oozing by, much appreciated! Cheers,
Autumn Jade