Saturday, 5 June 2010

The Gramersow

A quick one for the Poetry Bus this week, which is being driven by The Weaver of Grass. A poem about flora or fauna...

Gramersow

I hardly dare go out
for fear of killing
the gramersow.

Whenever I turn over a stone
she's there
and she starts running about
and I feel dreadful.

How would I like it
if someone lifted the lid
on me?

17 comments:

tony said...

we have a little of the gramersow in all of us.............

Argent said...

I wouldn't like the lid lifted on me either. I like the simplicity of this. Inspiration has not struck me yet for the bus, but it clearly made a stop here.

The Bug said...

I had to look up what a gramersow is. When you get right down to it, everything is lifting the lid on something else. I would hope that we'd all have the compassion of the person in your poem!

patteran said...

Exactly how I felt as a kid in my grandparents' garden when exposing the gramersows (cheesybugs, we called them) beneath stones.

The Weaver of Grass said...

....and a great big foot came down and squashed you flat. Love it - henceforth I shall call it a gramersow - much nicer name than a woodlouse.

Rachel Fox said...

Love the use of lid. Perfect.
x

Titus said...

Almost didn't want to know what a gramersow was (it was so "Five Children and It"), but then read Weaver's comment.
Always been woodlice to me, up here they're slaters, I told the boys when they were little they were woodmice, and to some they are pillbugs (a children's television animation once that I loved, but can't rememeber the name of).

But all that's by-the-by. Fabulous poem.

Never, ever commented on this before, but my verification word really is "alias"...

Gwei Mui said...

No I certainly wouldn't want someone lifitng the lid on me! I think the beauty of your poem is your frugal use of words - you have kept everything clean and minmalist.

Rachel Fenton said...

I call those chuckypigs!

Lovely wee poem.

crazyfieldmouse said...

Feels like it was written from a child's eye view, not the kind of thing that most adults would notice.
lovely poem, caught the idea perfectly in so few lines
thanks for sharing
cfm

Emerging Writer said...

I had to look up the words too. Around here they call them pigworms. Gramersow sounds like it may be connected to words.

Poetikat said...

A goodly number of people are revealing themselves to have soft centres. I like that!
What's a gramersow? (I'll look it up.)
Nice little, simple yet profound poem.

Kat

P.S. Hope your mom's okay.

Poetikat said...

Ah! I think we call those "Wood lice" here. Also, "roly-polies". Gramersow is so much more poetic.

NanU said...

I'm not sure what a gramersow is, but I certainly like the poem!
Ah, pillbugs I see in the comments. Yes, yes, I -loved- lifting the lid on pillbugs & just hope they don't try for revenge someday.

the watercats said...

I don't know what a gramersow is.. and I don't think I want to know because it makes the poem so enigmatic.. like an old anonymous fable... very nice :-D

Karen said...

Hi, Dominic. I know you may be posting for Weaver, and I'm late, late! Here's my entry if you get a chance to post it:

http://keepingsecrets-karen.blogspot.com/2010/06/prey.html

the wild magnolia said...

gramersow...lifting the lid...hummm....no, i would not care for it.