Mud, mud, mud …

By Rhiannonw

Tue, 05 Jan 2016
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Away from the flood
there’s abundance of mud
to slip and slide,
slither and glide,
enrobing our boots
in dark chocolate
goo, and smattering
our trousers,
thickly splattering,
a spatter pattern scattering,
of syrupy brown mixture –
soil particles and water    
that’s slimy and sticks,
hard to un-fix,
release:

meld with elbow-grease.

 

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Loved your poem Rhiannon. There's nothing like mud to give you an idea for a poem, with all its descriptions that you so brilliantly relate.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jenny. this doesn't seem to have attracted much interest - maybe people are too fed up with mud at present to see the amusement in it! Or maybe elbow-grease as a term isn't used much nowadays? I've been amused in recent years at the flowery descriptions of chocolates on selection boxes, and 'enrobed in white/dark chocolate' is one such! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

Did you have first hand expience with post flood mud recently? It is a great description of the look and feel of it - although I have never considered it anything like chocolate.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean. The floods around here have only been in fields, and occasionally closing roads I think. Winter mud levels on many footpaths are frequently very high, whether they are post flood, or just reaching such saturation!, and we have much experience of boots getting 'enrobed' and trousers getting highly coated and splattered, though it's usually waterproof trousers, but still need cleaning! When my boys were growing up and cycling everywhere, their trousers, and my husband's often had that persistent splatterring from the roads, or off-road! Rhiannon