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dVerse — Sylvia & Ted — zebra mussels


Seafaring stowaways
Dumped by
Careless bilge pumps

Once foreign, home
Quiet freshwater invasion
Clams now refugees

Tiniest zebras
Roaming submerged plains
OCD to clean – and glue

Small, razor sharp
Shell seeds
White putty insides

Sifting creepers
Scour water
Green to clear

A traveler’s banquet
Easy pickins

Reside underside
Driftwood hide
Washed-up skeletons

Waterline displacers
Shards for sand
Foe, not friend

Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is today’s host of dVerse.  Kim says:
The challenge is to write a poem in the format and style of either Plath or Hughes. It must be about something that grows or multiplies and is in some way invasive.

Please watch the slide show to learn more about these opportunistic invaders.

Slideshow came from here.

38 thoughts on “dVerse — Sylvia & Ted — zebra mussels

    1. They did bring the great blue herons back, and they are plentiful now. I knew a lot about ZM, but after reading the slide presentation I see how menacing they are to the Great Lakes (and elsewhere)


  1. I don’t know much about zebra mussels. I do know that edible mussels are not as good as clams. Your Plath style poem rolls by, building for the last strong stanza.

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  2. I was diving in the Great lakes in the 80s, when the zebra Mussel infestation first hit. The water was clearer, and visibility vastly improved, but the damn things coated everything. By the time I was done diving in the late 90s, there were some shallow wrecks (down to 60 or 70 feet) that were unrecognizable. That was before the quagga were prevalent, so I imagine it’s much worse now on the deeper wrecks. I dived a few times on the wrecks in the Straits. I wonder how they have fared.

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  3. I’m so pleased you wrote about the zebra mussels, Jade! Not many people know about them. I love that you describe them as ‘Seafaring stowaways’ and ‘Tiniest zebras / Roaming submerged plains’, and that they:
    ‘Reside underside
    Driftwood hide
    Washed-up skeletons’.

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  4. I’m also glad you picked the zebras- such an insidious pest. The worst thing about lagging behind the pack is that people beat me to the bunch with their comments!
    ‘Reside underside
    Driftwood hide
    Washed-up skeletons”
    is also my stanza of choice. But I loved the whole thing and thought it extremely clever that you managed to work Sylvia’s “white” into your poem – also appreciated “shards for sand” and the way you managed to use hackneyed old friend/foe in a fresh viable way.

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