The beetle of this poem is a creature of reality. I encountered it four years ago at Mahon Falls and knew then, it would become inspiration for a nature poem.  I had never seen a creature like it; satiny black, resoundingly present. I could almost hear it hum.

Standing at the crossroads between summer and autumn, it felt like a sign. As I was expecting my first daughter at the time, perhaps the beetle was a symbol of massive change to come and a reminder of the wonders nature can produce.

Beetle at Mahon FallsBeetle

Nature Poem

Your colours are an antique desk.

Main body – black hide,
honed for anguished pen-strokes,

Legs – frame of the desk,
slim as tapered quills,

You are an instrument to my writing.

I note you on my pocket page,
give you words, a voice that speaks
from behind your gravel irises.

I present you, so others can see your size,

the ebony-tawny gleam of
your mismatched elements.

The animation is all your own,
sweeping movements, grace of a bird,
land, forage, nest.

K. S. Moore


Photo by George Moore.

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K. S. Moore is a Welsh Poet and Writer, based in Ireland. Her poetry has recently appeared in The Stinging Fly, Southword and Crannog.Online magazines: Nutshells and Nuggets, And Other Poems, and Ink Sweat and Tears have also featured poems. Meanwhile, flash fiction and short stories have been published in FlashFlood, Metazen, Number Eleven and The Bohemyth.K. S. Moore has been shortlisted for Flash Mob 2013, Blog Awards Ireland and 99 Fiction. She has performed at Waterford Writers' Weekend, Waterford Winterval and Swansea's Dylan Thomas Festival.


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