A Frog's Jamboree Poem by Mark Heathcote

When it's breathlessly black
and as heavy as brie
it's a frog's jamboree
to forefoot leap with a sense of glee
from the front to the back
of the gymkhana clack.

A theosophist might suppose and wonder
why these theodolite creatures
danced vertically at a clap of thunder
why do they flop, meniscus between measures?
The gaps between sky and sea
the ebony clouds and the heavenly

Why do they majorette in a twirl?
And visibly seem in an awhirl
of this electrical conductor
are they feeling in step with the creator?

22/02/2009