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Life on the Deckle Edge

Poetry Friday - "The Mouse" by Elizabeth Coatsworth

Detail from the cover of DICKENS MICE by Kim Poovey, illustrated by Robyn Hood Black.

 

Greetings, Poetry Lovers!  Can you believe we are in the final week of Poetry Month?  How did that happen?

 

Also, apparently I have a teeny wee mouse in my studio in the basement.  How did that happen? 

 

Well, that's easier to explain, as the renovated basement WAS an unfinished garage space, and it butts up on three sides to the ground, including whatever space is under the front porch.  Ah, well. My hubby says he'll take a look at trying to seal some questionable cracks. A few weeks ago, I noticed some teeny bits of shredded paper and insulation inside the little compartments of one of the old wooden printer's trays (inside an old metal flat file) that I use for some of my way-too-many tidbits.  Cute, but I did remove the shreds and sprinkle some peppermint detergent in there.  This week I found a few little bitty "deposits" in the closet I've also taken over with my art/packaging supplies (the tiny room right beneath the porch).

 

In THE POET'S CRAFT ( Helen Fern Daringer and Anne Thaxter Eaton, 1935), I came across an unknown-to me poem by Elizabeth Coatsworth (1893-1986) which takes the mouse's side.  She wrote for both children and adults, and won the Newbery Medal in 1931.

 

The Mouse

 

by Elizabeth Coatsworth

 

I hear a mouse

Bitterly complaining

In a crack of moonlight

Aslant on the floor -

 

"Little I ask

And that little is not granted.

There are few crumbs

In this world any more.

 

"The bread box is tin.

And I cannot get in.

 

"The jam's in a jar

My teeth cannot mar.

 

"The cheese sits by itself

On the pantry shelf. - 

 

"All night I run

Searching and seeking,

All night I run

About on the floor.

 

"Moonlight is there

And a bare place for dancing,

But no little feast

Is spread any more."

 

 

Poor Mousey. But I do love the image of mice dancing in the moonlight!

 

Waltz on over to see our talented Ruth at There is No Such Thing as a God-forsaken Town for this week's Roundup, and be sure to catch up on the Progressive Poem, which is parked at Still in Awe with Karin Fisher-Golton today. (I have Monday's line - wish me luck!)  Apologies in advance if I'm not swift in responding to comments this weekend - I'm off to the SCBWI Southern Breeze conference in Birmingham!

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