Wednesday's Verse - The Mating Dance of Grollups

This week’s verse moves from  a slightly eerie verse about a houseful of secrets to a science fiction verse about alien creatures. It is taken from 366 Days of Poetry, a collection of mixed-genre poetry released in 2016.

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The Mating Dance of Grollups

Helicon the grollups rise,

shining star paths to the skies.

I watch them lift with wondering eyes,

and whisper them a fair goodbye,

for every year the grollups bloom,

and transform themselves from bride to groom,

weaving another pattern on life’s loom,

as skyward, dancing, they zip and zoom,

and once they have attained the height

that every grollup bloom deems right,

they explode in a coruscating flash of bright,

and set the sky with spores alight,

and I watch them drift and fall

onto the female grollups, all

rising from the streams, to join the ball

and, dancing, open seed to spore,

I watch them all the evening through,

for I wondered how the grollups grew,

and know that, when the spring is new,

there will be fruit of every hue.

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You can find the first two poetry collections at the links below - although there are plans to reissue them with more genre-appropriate covers in the future. The third collection will be released later in the year.

books2read.com/u/mVLQZb

books2read.com/u/bxgyLd