Thursday, 27 March 2014

▷▸ beach combing

exceptionally crazy weather
super spring high tides
reveal treasure
Pseudolimea Duplicata
a jurassic bivalve 
{it is handy when one of your knit club friends
has a husband interested in palaeontology}
and a memory of an Ogden Nash poem


At midnight in the museum hall
The fossils gathered for a ball
There were no drums or saxophones,
But just the clatter of their bones,
A rolling, rattling, carefree circus
Of mammoth polkas and mazurkas.
Pterodactyls and brontosauruses
Sang ghostly prehistoric choruses.
Amid the mastodontic wassail
I caught the eye of one small fossil.
"Cheer up, sad world," he said, and winked—
"It's kind of fun to be extinct." 



2 comments:

  1. I love the poetic accompaniment to the fossil! Great blog!

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