Famished Frogs

K.Hartless,

Nothing’s wrong, but worry lingers on.
Putrid pond, scum forms tight bonds.
Frogspawn, mutant genes carry on.
Tadpoles feed on fresh-water encephalon.
Growing long, the froglets gather brawn.
Belief is strong, but death by dawn.
Denouement, amphibian-covered lawn.
Nothing’s wrong, the lullaby lingers on.

“Frogs in a moon night” by Attila Kővár

Linda is host for tonight’s Quadrille #136: Let’s Linger. Join us.

Published by K.Hartless

K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer. She’s been recently published in Luna Station Quarterly, The Last Girls Club, Edge of Humanity Magazine, Pure Haiku, and Spillwords. Her blog, Yardsale of Thoughts, blends fiction, poetry, music, and art to create new experiences for readers.

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      3. Wonderful. Well, if I ever write these bullfrogs into a longer tale, I’ll be sure to share. I do so love a good insect invastion. Can’t seem to escape it. 😉

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    1. I enjoyed this expose on amphibians and their place in the world. Their deafening screams drove me inside de many nights. This little prose was actually scary with the fresh water encephalon eating and mutant genes. They really are “lingering” from another time period.

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  6. K.,
    Loved this: “Growing long, the froglets gather brawn” The internal rhymes work perfectly throughout and each image impresses itself. Cleverly done.
    pax,
    dora

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