Monday’s d’Verse challenge is hosted by De Jackson here, aka WhimsyGizmo
Let your muse out of the jar, and scribble us a poem of precisely 44 words, not counting the title, and using some form of the word jar. Then head out into the blogosphere to visit some of the finest poets on the ’net. And don’t forget: the Quadrille door is ajar all week, and multiple poems are welcome!
You can join in here: https://dversepoets.com/2024/08/05/quadrille-205-a-jar-full-of-poems/
The Great Escape
I only found the jar later
Tipped over, it’s top lay asunder
How did it happen? I wondered
What strange intervention
Facilitated the great escape
Of a dozen cheerful crickets
They found the bathroom cupboard
Entirely to their liking
And formed a jolly choir
Just in case you aren’t familiar with the delightful sound of crickets, you can listen to this video. Crickets are nocturnal.
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Once again, love the whimsey – and also how your poetry always sparks great visual imagery as well!
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Thank you, John, for this lovely comment
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Brilliant, a fitting choir.
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Thank you, Diana. It took us 2 years to get rid of them
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At least you know when they are there. My daughter has a gecko and has crickets. I can’t bring myself to pick them up lol.
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My mom hates lizards so I do sympathise. Of course, I can’t understand why anyone wouldn’t like a cute little lizard. Mom is scared of them.
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Don’t mind the lizard, it is more feeding live insects to it.
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Yeah, that’s why I prefer ours to be outside feeding themselves.
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🙂
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A delightful poem Robbie
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re welcome ☺️
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💓
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Nicely done, Robbie! And I am WAY too familiar with their “delightful” sound every night, serenading me below my bedroom window.
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😂, they drive you crazy
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On the evenings it has been perfect outside, I can’t open my window to sleep. They make me absolutely crazy! (I don’t know why they didn’t bug me when camping… maybe there were less?)
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I can’t imagine there are less when you’re camping. In saying that, I don’t notice them when we’re in the bush either, but I notice them in the house.
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The closer to the house, the louder they are. Must be the reverb against the house 😉 It’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!!
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Actually, you may have a point
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I might! Who knew I was that smart 😉
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Smile!
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😁
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Beautiful. We get lots of crickets cricketing out here.
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Oh yes, you definitely would.
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Ooh, they can drive one crazy! Love your quirky take.
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Thank you. My son loved insects when he was little 🙃
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You are welcome! I loved frogs when I was young and would pick them with bare hands. 😅
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Me too. I also loved tadpoles and would catch them in a net and look at them. I always put them back though. My mom said that is why I got warts on my hands as a child, because I held frogs.
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Wonderful poem, Roberta! Crickets are surely a choir, singing loud and clear at night.
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Haha, yes. It is amazing how loud they are
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Fascinating how many different poetic forms, approaches, etc., there are. You rose to the 44-word “jar” occasion, Robbie!
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Hi Dave, I saw the word jar and this poem came. All I had to do was write it down. Most of my poetry is actually like this. It just comes, fully formed, into my head. It’s hard to explain and I don’t know how it is for other poets, but it sort of writes itself.
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Beautiful.
This will be featured this evening on Patty’s Worlds.
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Thank you, Patty
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You’re welcome. This inspired a poem.
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night sounds…so very nicely done, Robbie 🤍
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Thank you, Destiny
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pleasure 🤍
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It’s incredible how loud and musical such tiny creatures can be! ❤
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Haha, yes, indeed
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At least it wasn’t cockroaches!
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Well, we had those too. Boys!
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Oh, no! I hope you don’t those giant ones like I saw in Florida.
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No, not giant ones. Thank goodness.
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Whew! Thank goodness is right.
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A delightful poem, Robbie–but I don’t find the sound of crickets at all delightful, especially when they’re in the house.
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No, these nearly drove me mad. It took two years to get rid of them.
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Yikes!
We sometimes get crickets in the basement–usually the end of August, so we’ll see. 🙂
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I am sure you hear them. They are very loud.
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Yes.
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Oh, I love this “jolly choir” of crickets. I can hear them…
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Thank you. They nearly drove me mad…
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Your poem also made me smile Robbie, and reminded me of the childhood use of jam-jars as a collecting jar for nature…
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Hi Andrew, yes, I also collected insects in jars. My preference was butterflies and not spiders or crickets.
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enjoyed thi romp of a poem, Robbie 🙂
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Thanks, John. My son, the insect collector. We had other ‘catastrophes’ with insects.
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A great quadrille! It’s annoying when just one gets inside the house and you can’t find it! ;D
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Thank you, Carol. They are very elusive.
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This one made me smile. Delightful, Robbie! I grew up with swarms of crickets and remember their chirps well. Brilliant poem. 😊
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I’m glad you enjoyed, Gwen. I hope you will join Colleen and I with our poetry journal collaboration.
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Very well done! They can keep you up at night!
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Thank you, Dwight. My son liked insects. He put a rain spider in a jar once but he didn’t punch holes in the lid so the poor thing was already dead when I discovered it.
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It happens! You are welcome.
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It was a fun poem. I usually hear crickets at night but I think that’s because the cicadas are drowning out their song during day and evening.
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I don’t mind them outside. In the bathroom was a bit much.
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Yes you are right. And cicadas in the bathroom can be very loud.
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Delightful. I love a joyful choir.
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We have a few choirs in our garden. We have a large choir of very loud and raucous hadeda birds. Southern Africa is known for this noisy birds.
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I suppose it could have been a lot worse than the bathroom cupboard!
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It took us 2 years to get rid of them
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A fun poem, but I’m sure it wasn’t fun to have noisy crickets in the house!
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Hi Dave, no, they were a real pain and it took 2 years to get rid of them.
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A lovely fun poem and I do love the sound of the crickets but in the house I’m sure they drove you mad at times and 2 years thats a long time…xx
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Hi Carol, yes, two years is a very long time to have that chirruping at night.
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I adore the sounds of your poem, Robbie.
I love crickets. I wish we had them here. 🦗
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I enjoy them outside or in the bush. Inside is a little less desirable 🌞
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I love the sound of cicadas too.
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They sound like summer.
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What a delightful poem, Robbie, and the imagery is fantastic!
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Thank you, Lauren. A ‘fun’ memory about my son
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Cricket season is just around the corner in Texas. I love their sound. Fabulous poem, Robbie!
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Thank you, Priscilla. They are lovely outside, where they belong – smile.
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Nice!
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Thank you, Jennie
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You’re welcome.
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absolutely lovely, the sound vid too!
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Thank you, da-AL. Lovely outside, less desirable inside.
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True 😝
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A jolly choir of crickets. Love it, Robbie. Cricket song is a love or hate thing I think. I love the sound, and when one gets in the house it is supposed to be good luck. And there is Jiminy Cricket of course 🙂
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HI Lisa, I also enjoy the singing of crickets, but inside … for two years … it got a bit much – smile!
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Two years!? Oh my! One good thing about living where there is below zero season is that the bugs go bye-bye.
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These ones had babies in their lovely new home 🌺
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And a jolly poem to be sure.
I read this Thrice… twice to the cheerful chirping crickets.
Thank you, Robbie!
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Thank you, Resa. These were really fun days for me. I’m glad you enjoyed.
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🌹🌟
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Ha! Robbie, this is splendid — utterly delightful. Big hugs.
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Hi Teagan, I glad you enjoyed this. Quite a funny memory for me.
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