Someone strung diamonds on the spartina.
A task which indeed required hours and
thousands of workers. Certainly, they did it in the dark
so as the sun rose glints would fly from the edge of every blade.
Truly, this was a Herculean job. Not for the weak or the lazy.
Possibly the Marsh Hens did it with their long bills,
they are, most likely, good with a needle and thread.
But if they did not do it, perhaps the wren with her nimble
feet, which cling to each upright stalk, was the culprit.
Oh, I am sure it was the wren because she was there
as the sun rose over the horizon. However, there
is also the probability that there are fairy folk living
with us, building houses in the alluvial muck of the estuary.
But no one sees them, so, perhaps it was the Mallards who
masterminded it all. After all, I saw their webbed
footprints in trails across the lawn.
Yes, it must have been the Mallards. They are always bossy.
Quacking at everybody. Stopping traffic so they may waddle
across the road down to the lagoon. Yes, I’m sure the Mallards
directed it, but the question remains, whose agile work left
acres of precious gems there only for my delight?
Who are the mignons of this night-time alliance that
results in my early morning joy?
very well put, who indeed?
I’m still trying to figure it out!
This has got to be one of the best first lines ever. The rest of it is pretty awesome, too.
Thanks, Andra. It’s what my creative self said to my other self as we were biking along the marsh early this morning.
I agree with Andra: awesome! You are probably right about the bossy Mallards, but still remains a natures Whodunit. Brilliant poetry.
Thanks, so much! I’m flattered. I do enjoy what you write and so it means a lot that you’ve been so kind.
Yes, the Mallards are the masterminds!
What a great way to paint a scene and I agree with previous comment – great first line.
I reckon it was the Marsh Hens – sort of over the top thing they would do.
Those Marsh Hens are rather bossy too…and they cluck a lot. Other than the Boat Tail Grackles, they are the nosiest bird on the marsh.
Thanks for your kind words. I’ve been somewhat absent from writing and reading, but hope to catch up over the coming long weekend following the Fourth. No doubt you’ve been writing some awesome poetry. Forgive me for not being all present and accounted for of late.
I know that feeling! It’s so easy to get behind on reading, before you know your mail box is full of notifications. It’s just impossible to get through them all.
It’s that danged work stuff…and the lady I work for (ummm, that would be me) is a brutal boss.
A beautiful word picture and a nature whodunnit–can’t beat that!! Loved it!
That’s high praise coming from you my dear BFF for Life! You’ve read more whodunnits than anybody I know! I owe you a call!
I really had no idea you were a writing maven as well. This is very well done.
Michael, yes, I am a poet too. I’d prefer to be at full leisure to explore all my creative aspects.
I’m also a singer and think I’d like to explore more about the visual graphics that entice me.