Some poems using anthropomorphism I wrote several years ago.
Background: Hawkman, a regular forum contributer, related in a poem almost 7-years ago that he needed to rid his flat of mice: http://www.online-literature.com/for...54385-Intruder My poems (3) follow shortly after given inspiration by Hawkman's poem, and subsequent poems:
moiaussi (for hawkman)
such a vile nom de plume for a moiaussi to view
why not cheesenip or woodbine or even curlew
still he writes with such verve with so much flair
rarely the doggerel he crafts with words quite debonair
not profligate but profound pounding out his tome
of posies of prose and here and there a poem
i skitter he starts and both of us halt
the silence screaming out an unearthly gestalt
now is the time to be more discerning with food
perhaps if i shower him with gifts like shaved wood
sprinkled liberally with nibbled bits of book
of inurbane authors undeserving a second look
might i escape his snares and prolong my fate
might i escape once more to the bosom of my mate
7/15/2010
Commentary and context at Litnet... http://www.online-literature.com/for...-(for-hawkman)
moiaussis reprise
allons mes enfants the struggle is nigh
our friends the bats his decree have espied
the hawkman has declared his enmity
theres no time nor reason nor plea nor rhyme
poetry for peace prose best for these times
sound the alarm see who else we may call
rally to my side who fear not death all
assemble strings and rocks and keen edged steels
then sharpen your claws your beaks your great stings
first cut the power then set the deadfalls
ticks hedgehogs rats wasps spiders and vixens
you are the ones to offer first sally
then well raise a call of ululation
keen is our resolve surprise our ally
7/20/2010 http://www.online-literature.com/for...aussis-reprise
death of pious the hedgehog ( moiaussis best friend )
first to answer the call first to the fray
first to enter into that final peace
that to where hedgehogs spend eternity
was barely a test a trap less cunning
of wire and mesh construct a hidden spring
partially hidden with gingham bunting
perhaps greater hedgehogs have lived and died
but pious was dear to me and i cried
then with a wrath i knew not existed
twelve skunks i marshalled to the arena
alas our intelligence was faulty
nowhere was hawkman to mete out his worst
perhaps its best not to trust in a bat
in light they can barely make out a horse
7/20/2010 http://www.online-literature.com/for...s-the-hedgehog
I really miss the contributors from that era: Hack/Bar/Hill/Prince/daffy/etc