Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)

A Fecund Ghazal


A mucky, unpretentious word like fertilizer
sounds great with a Somerset accent (fertilizer*) .

Most gametes’ lives are as fleeting as firework sparks.
Mother Nature is a profligate fertilizer.

The thrifty, male ‘Zorotypus Impolitus’ louse
needs only one mega-gamete to fertilize ‘er.

Some poems remain intact in the memory. Most
decompose to serve as poetry fertilizer.

Cremation wastes fossil fuel. Bodies buried upright
in cardboard under trees are useful fertilizers.

Decomposing ammonium nitrate yields oxygen
(bang) . Ergo, it’s both a crop and fire fertilizer.

A gardener tells me he smells a floral promise
in sheep manure. I nod and sniff the fertilizer.

Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013

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fertilizer*: fertilizer pronounced with a Somerset (English) accent.

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  • Allan Farran (3/21/2014 12:05:00 AM)

    Just been reading a couple of your poems which I enjoyed very much, specifically the poem and the form of the Ghazal. This is a strange evening indeed as I went to sleep woke in the early hours and switched the TV on, and the screen was filled with poetry where a poet was talking about the form of poetry the Ghazal and then I go to my PC and opened my email account and my inbox there is a poem of yours. Wow such coincidence! (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (6/17/2013 5:39:00 PM)

    All well and good but I can't plant nuthin on the ship
    and I be danged if I be buried straight up in a cardboard box,
    recycling or no recycling. I'd be keen to know, in your best
    Somerset accent, which of my prosey has ended up in the latrine.
    Decomposing humor in this here poem, I would say, of the best quality. (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (6/15/2013 1:44:00 AM)

    Fertilized humour certainly makes your poem grow, the sniff is dry humour at its best...regards (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (6/14/2013 5:59:00 AM)

    Great poem made me laugh specially doing it in a Somerset accent. Made me laugh Thanks for brightening this grey rainy day.10/10 BB : O) (Report) Reply

  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (6/14/2013 2:05:00 AM)

    Wow ah a ghazal! Wud love to try one but they r too hard. Hey dis was fabulous how u drew d analogy with fertilizers and its so fun to read dat it wont decompose fast. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (6/13/2013 1:08:00 PM)

    Poetry fertalizer, I like it. Mine is composting nicely. Lovely poem Diane: -) (Report) Reply

  • Bobby Wynn (6/13/2013 10:25:00 AM)

    Good one, very entertaining, cute, and damn if I'd a did that, check out cluck cluck. (Report) Reply

  • John Brown (6/13/2013 6:55:00 AM)

    An unusual poem Diane. My wife is from Somerset and I can hear the accent, plain as day. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (6/13/2013 6:33:00 AM)

    Is that accent a bit like the old wispy haired archaeologist professor on Time Team? If so let Baldrick open up a pit exposing a petrified Anglo Saxon latrine a hard fertilizer to war the roses, save for obvious anachronisms. (Report) Reply

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