Famished Frogs

Nothing’s wrong, but worry lingers on.
Putrid pond, scum forms tight bonds.
Frogspawn, mutant genes carry on.
Tadpoles feed on fresh-water encephalon.
Growing long, the froglets gather brawn.
Belief is strong, but death by dawn.
Denouement, amphibian-covered lawn.
Nothing’s wrong, the lullaby lingers on.

“Frogs in a moon night” by Attila Kővár

Linda is host for tonight’s Quadrille #136: Let’s Linger. Join us.

17 responses to “Famished Frogs”

rothpoetry

I love your description of the frog pond!

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, Dwight. They sure sing here in the evenings. Sometimes, sounds like we’re outnumbered.
  
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  1. rothpoetry
    
    I know what you mean!
    
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Tricia Sankey

the “on” rhyme really sticks and lingers in this one, epic write! 🐸

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, Tricia. It seemed like the sort of thing where a lot of people might “croak.” Appreciate you reading and commenting.
  
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Hobbo

The alliterative title sets the tone for this lovely amphibian poem.

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, Hobbo. Brain-eating bullfrogs was my other title consideration. 😉
  
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  1. Hobbo
    
    😂 I prefer the first!
    
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  2. ben Alexander
    
    🐸 KH 🐸
    
    This made me smile very broadly.
    
    -David
    
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  3. K.Hartless
    
    Wonderful. Well, if I ever write these bullfrogs into a longer tale, I’ll be sure to share. I do so love a good insect invastion. Can’t seem to escape it. 😉
    
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Linda Lee Lyberg

Fantastic write!

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Little Charmer

Brilliant 🖤

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1. dragyonfly
  
  I enjoyed this expose on amphibians and their place in the world. Their deafening screams drove me inside de many nights. This little prose was actually scary with the fresh water encephalon eating and mutant genes. They really are “lingering” from another time period.
  
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Dora

K.,
Loved this: “Growing long, the froglets gather brawn” The internal rhymes work perfectly throughout and each image impresses itself. Cleverly done.
pax,
dora

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Charlotte

Clever! I enjoyed reading this, K.

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Ingrid

Nice to have those worries replaced by lullabies! I can identify 🙂

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, Ingrid. Yes, I’m enjoying the lull of the wildlife here at night a the windows bring in a fresh breeze. Fall is making its way.
  
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