Tuesday Poem-Conversations with Toad

I’m happy down here

in my warm dark pit

with the spiders and the woodlice.

I’ve met a toad.

We converse much.

I about the columns

of the Parthenon

and dining out in planes

above the clouds.

He about the quality of mud

and ways to catch a fly.

At night

he lies upon my breast

and both of us gaze upwards

at the pinpoint of gold

which must be Venus

but he says ‘No

it is the torch of God.’

How so? I ask.

He flicks his tongue

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It is written in The Book of Toad.’

(c) Helen McKinlay

I wrote this poem a few years back. For me it’s about one of life’s pauses which bought with it a peaceful acceptance and new ways of seeing.  And of course, catching flies!  See below 🙂

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