This summer lawn mowing season went fairly smoothly. With front, back, and side lawns and front and back fields to be mowed on the rider, regardless of what time of day and level of cloud and hat cover, it was invariably a relaxing, meditative experience. Except for that day.
The loud, vibrating mower rolled towards one outbuilding on its way back from its back field circuit as my mind lazily mapped out the route leading to the front field. Something was different in the snapshot ahead. My eyes were drawn up to what I was rolling towards: a very active, basketball-sized wasp nest. I did a forced-nonchalant brake, pulled the blade lever up, and put her in reverse, body tensed for what surely would soon be a defensive attack upon me, the invader. The attack never came, and the nest was avoided for the rest of the warm weather.
once slate menacing
then startling beneficence
now vacant castle
Photo taken on 11/2/21, after being abandoned. Hoping you can see this artifact is quite a bit bigger than a basketball now. The bottom photo is the same one but in grayscale.
Merril is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Merril says:
You may write about any object—a family heirloom, a museum piece, a monument, or a palace. The choice is yours, but there must be some link to history and the past. You can write in any form or free verse. You might also consider Laura’s prompt from last week’s MTB on fragment poetry.