Once upon a time, there was the Killer Frog Contest and with it came the much-coveted Froggie award. When I stumbled across this, I of course nearly died laughing. Killer Frogs! Imagine them, lurking in the night, in search of human blood! I had to write a poem about killer frogs. The Killer Frog Contest is no more, but the poem lives on…
Rustlings and stirrings of the night
Begin beneath the sickle moon
Shrouded by a funereal cloud
To cast a decayed and dissolute light;
Beneath the sickle moon they stir
They call to one another
One dirges in full-throated voice
Then pauses for the answer;
Calling to one another, they sing
Of fecund swamps and dark, dank bogs
Of sweet, corrupt slime and malevolent murk
And putrescent amphibious yearning;
Of fecund swamps and dark, dank bogs
Croon the voices of the night
Beneath the shrouded sickle moon
The throbbing cant of the waiting frogs.
Ride the Monday poetry train here.
Charlene! LMAO and fall out of my chair! That was freaking hysterical! I have a fondness for killer bunnies and killer tomatoes so the fright night frogs simply delight me! Loved this:
“Of fecund swamps and dark, dank bogs
Croon the voices of the night
Beneath the shrouded sickle moon
The throbbing cant of the waiting frogs.”
That was too funny, I’m still laughing about it. Thanks, I needed that (we’ve had a software crash so not much I can to til it’s up-sigh- just what i needed on a Monday).
Rhian, thanks! I loved Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. And Killer Clowns From Outer Space. Ahhh, the classics!
Ann, glad I brightened up your Monday. *g* Good luck with the software.
This is my favorite part:
“Of sweet, corrupt slime and malevolent murk
And putrescent amphibious yearning”
Who knew frogs had such mysterious inner lives?
The inner lives of frogs. Snort. Loved your poem, Julia.
Of fecund swamps and dark, dank bogs
Of sweet, corrupt slime and malevolent murk
And putrescent amphibious yearning;
You Rock.
Okay but Killer Clowns from Outer Space scared me. *shudder* Hate clowns.
LOL
Thanks! *ggg* Come on, the clowns parachuting down didn’t strike you as funny? I mean. Alien clowns. Of course, after Stephen King’s IT it’s hard to laugh at clowns…
Amazing — you actually made me enjoy a poem about frogs! Very evocative, Charli. 😀
Funny? I thought this was really cool! And I like the structure, with the last stanza turning previous lines on their heads.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m warped enough to think that killer frogs are normal…
Great poem, Charlene. I always wondered what frogs did at night. Now I know…lol
TA
“…And putrescent amphibious yearning;…”
Ha!
You are obviously not an amphibiophile!
I’ll have you know that there is nothing putrescent about amphibious yearnings. Did you not watch the surf scene in “From Here to Eternity”?
Kudos for the use of ‘fecund’. Fecundity, or the perception thereof, rules my blood testosterone levels like no other attribute, save intellect.
Great poem though, inspite of your xenophobic speciesism.
Ahhhh, it’s not xenophobia, it’s funny. The idea of those frogs, gathering, lurking in the bog, waiting to attack the unwary.
Sort of like killer turtles would be funny. Especially those little ones you get from the pet store.
Lisa – you laugh wench, but have you ever had a turtle latch it’s sharp beak onto your finger and REFUSE to let go? Let me tell you – i have a whole new respect for attack turtles. True Story.
Hi Robin, glad you enjoyed the frogs. *g*
Susan, I liked working with the structure of this one. Good exercise!
TA, now you know. They lurk, and wait for the unwary. Mwahaha.
Rhet, the surf scene in From Here to Eternity is a classic. *g*
Lisa, killer turtles are easy to believe. Eeep.
Rhian, they do look like little beasts who’d never let go.
LOL This is fantastic. The inner lives of frogs. Who knew?
Thanks, NJ! I am so sad that the Killer Frog Contest is no more and I can never win a Froggie. Sniff.