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What's wrong with worms?
Well deep in the dung
With uncivilized leisure
They wriggle in pleasure,
Get looped in their treasure;
In darkness contrive
With each other to writhe
And produce in their coil
A field of soil,
Foundation for living.
Copyright 2009 by William Everett.
Used with the author's permission.
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William Everett is a writer, woodworker, and liturgist. A retired professor of Christian ethics, he lives in Waynesville, North Carolina. William's first post-academic book was an "eco-historical" novel, Red Clay, Blood River, exploring the connections between America's Trail of Tears and South Africa's "Great Trek." His first volume of poetry, Turnings: Poems of Transformation, was followed by a volume of reflections, Sawdust and Soul: A Conversation about Woodworking and Spirituality. Two books about worship, including William's poetic liturgies, will be published in the fall of 2024. Learn more about him and his work at www.WilliamEverett.com, where he journals regularly.
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Janet Leahy:
I have these worm wonders in my garden and that's a good thing. Nice language in this poem—wriggle and writhe, just never thought of them as finding pleasure in their looped treasure. Thanks William.
Posted 07/25/2014 03:18 PM
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KevinArnold:
I like the opening couplet with the ambiguous well.
Posted 07/25/2014 09:52 AM
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Walcottjm:
I like how the rhythm coils like the worms-creatures all gardeners appreciate.
Posted 07/25/2014 08:35 AM
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