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Strange insect names? (1 Viewer)
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Surreybirder
Ken Noble
and who's Cousin German?
Wart-biter sounds fun.
I know it's an unofficial name but I like Heineken fly - it has a long 'snouted' hoverfly = reaches the parts...
hot-bed bug (presumably a bed bug that's gone soft?)
Wart-biter sounds fun.
I know it's an unofficial name but I like Heineken fly - it has a long 'snouted' hoverfly = reaches the parts...
hot-bed bug (presumably a bed bug that's gone soft?)
harry eales
Ancient Entomologist
That's an easy one Ken, she's a relative of Mr. Tawny Pinion and Rosy Minor.
I thought everyone knew that. (hic, scuse me). lol.
Harry
black52bird
Registered User
Mothworld: a poem
Friends,
I think that I have not told you about this aspect of my writing, but I am a published poet and my fourth collection - entitled 'Mothworld' - is currently under consideration from the specialist poetry publisher who published my last collection (Singing to Seals). In the light of this thread, I think I should reveal to you the title poem of the collection.
MOTHWORLD
Perhaps you do not know the world of moths,
The silent whirring wings, the glittering
Of a million million eyes that accompanies the night?
You know, I think, the flutter round the summer lamp,
That frittering away of life, singed wings, the smoke and ash;
The blundering batter inside dawn's new windows,
Frantic searching for the dear caress of dark,
Another Cinderella desperate for home.
But there is more, real treasure in this unseen world.
First a rigmarole of unexpected colours:
Emeralds and Yellow Underwings, Frosted Oranges and Silver Clouds.
Next the patterns laid in minute and infinite complexity,
A heraldry of bars, lines, patches, spots, geometrical and perfect,
Bookmatched on scales across frail folded wings.
Then the names, a veritable poet's word-hoard,
Moving from the blunt: Fern, Streak, Shears, Shark, Brick, Snout,
Onto the strangeness of the Lackey, Tissue, Exile, Sprawler,
The joy of Maiden's Blush and Ingrailed Clay.
Names to serve an illustrated mediaeval book:
Burnished Brass, Satin Lutestring, Brindled Beauty, Lunar Thorn.
And all of them are here, wandering the fringes of our world,
Seeking flower scents, food trees, a mate, and now and then,
Weaving their fragile, secret lives inside our own.
I think the poem explores the territory you've been talking about.
Very best
David
Friends,
I think that I have not told you about this aspect of my writing, but I am a published poet and my fourth collection - entitled 'Mothworld' - is currently under consideration from the specialist poetry publisher who published my last collection (Singing to Seals). In the light of this thread, I think I should reveal to you the title poem of the collection.
MOTHWORLD
Perhaps you do not know the world of moths,
The silent whirring wings, the glittering
Of a million million eyes that accompanies the night?
You know, I think, the flutter round the summer lamp,
That frittering away of life, singed wings, the smoke and ash;
The blundering batter inside dawn's new windows,
Frantic searching for the dear caress of dark,
Another Cinderella desperate for home.
But there is more, real treasure in this unseen world.
First a rigmarole of unexpected colours:
Emeralds and Yellow Underwings, Frosted Oranges and Silver Clouds.
Next the patterns laid in minute and infinite complexity,
A heraldry of bars, lines, patches, spots, geometrical and perfect,
Bookmatched on scales across frail folded wings.
Then the names, a veritable poet's word-hoard,
Moving from the blunt: Fern, Streak, Shears, Shark, Brick, Snout,
Onto the strangeness of the Lackey, Tissue, Exile, Sprawler,
The joy of Maiden's Blush and Ingrailed Clay.
Names to serve an illustrated mediaeval book:
Burnished Brass, Satin Lutestring, Brindled Beauty, Lunar Thorn.
And all of them are here, wandering the fringes of our world,
Seeking flower scents, food trees, a mate, and now and then,
Weaving their fragile, secret lives inside our own.
I think the poem explores the territory you've been talking about.
Very best
David
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Surreybirder
Ken Noble
I think you deserve the Noble prize for literature!
Ken
Ken
black52bird
Registered User
Well, thanks..Ken.... I could certainly use the £600, 000 they offer, but it's already gone to Doris Lessing for this year, so I guess I'll have to wait until next time around.......(LOL), but if you'd like to propose me, maybe we could get Harry to second it!!
Glad if you liked it.
Very best
David
harry eales
Ancient Entomologist
Hello David,
I'll do it provided the financial arrangements are good, send me a tenner. lol.
Harry
black52bird
Registered User
That's all very well, Harry....but what about my art...my art????!!! (LOL)
Best
David
harry eales
Ancient Entomologist
Hello David,
I didn't realise you were an artist as well. What sort of pictures do you paint?
Harry
black52bird
Registered User
I actually meant my poetical art, Harry, and the idea of selling myself for fame!! However, since I'm revealing some of my artistic skills, I do pen-and-ink drawings, mostly botanical, and some of which have been published in 'The Alpine Garden Society Bulletin' - the journal of an organisation of which I've long been a member, having spent 20 years in alpine regions until I moved to the decidely non-alpine Hungary in 1998!!
Best
David
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harry eales
Ancient Entomologist
Hello David,
I was taking the micky, but you failed to catch on, I knew what you meant, lol.
It seems you have been hiding your light under a bushel, you must be a good artist if you can get pictures published. Keep up the good work.
I'm not too bad an artist myself, but I confine myself to gloss and emulsion paint. Heh, heh.
Harry
