AT THE WATER'S EDGE

AT THE WATER'S EDGE

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As the dragonfly skims over the lake
The silvery hue of the moon awakes
Shimmering, ripples reflecting moon
Lake's little wildlife sing out of tune.

Night's little orchestra, wings ablaze
Look at the line up! They're all sex-crazed.

Listen! I hear little voices....

Come on over!
Under my wing
Start to undress
We'll have a fling.

No! Come here Sweetie
Lets just mate
Come shy boy!
Before its too late.

While others sing:
Hurry! Hurry! Before sunrise.
Bigger folk will eat us
You'll be so surprised.
Nature's little bonkers making love sounds
Chirping, stomping over moon-lit ground
All mating to a different drum
Sounds so deafening; united they hum.

With an all for one; sex crazed orgy
Nature's little bonkers... all in their glory.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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This tale's sweetness resides in the nectar of sex!

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you Al
Humour, fairytale, nature and sex combined in one!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

yep! and we have to listen to this bonking debauchery in stereo lol. Thanks John
I truly enjoyed this and I could picture it as I read. Excellent job, I'm very impressed.

Best,

Laurara Monique

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LauraraMonique

9 Years Ago

Haha, having the same problem tonight. :P
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

haha me 2.........
LauraraMonique

9 Years Ago

Lol, we are just night owls. Our best writing comes out at night haha
This is a lovely poem. It calls up all the crickets and cicadas and frogs, so insistent in the summer nights. I must, however, object to the phrase "Lake's little wildlife sing out of tune" because, to my mind, they are very much in tune with one another and each other. It does seem that the sentiment makes more sense to us than the actual music, but, if we had the ears of the grass or the mud or the stars, who knows? If you read this poem to them, perhaps they will even applaud.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind review and they would probably object to being called little bonkers lol
Vishuddha

9 Years Ago

Or they would laugh
i agree with James (sorry I'm thieving you words again lo,) but this was very creative and great imagery. I love how you explained it all as "Night's little orchestra" !

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Now, this little sexual symphony was a well put together, go-getter. I enjoyed the concept! Great write!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is really cool:) I enjoyed the imagery filled journey of nature's
free for all at the water's edge, creative and well written, thanks for
sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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andrew mitchell
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