Today’s prompt is “A mole who doesn’t like digging or the dark”.
Marjorie Mole
Doesn’t live in a hole:
She is happier out in the sun.
If there’s dirt on her nails
Well, her courage just faiils
So she doesn’t think digging is fun.
Her little heart races
In dark, enclosed spaces
She needs to be in the fresh air
And the other moles say
She should not act that way
But Marjorie just doesn’t care.
They all think it’s absurd
That she’s friends with the birds:
“It’s indecent! It’s crazy! It’s wrong!
You should stay underground
In our tunnels and mounds!
You’re a mole, and that’s where you belong!
Stay with us and eat worms!
What? We haven’t got germs!
Do you think we’re beneath you, or what?
Running round in the light –
Do you think that is right?
‘Cause we’re telling you now: it is not!”
Marjorie Mole
Has an ache in her soul
For her family don’t understand,
And she thinks it’s a shame
That they don’t feel the same
About being on top of the land.
But she’s sure, in the end
Though they can’t comprehend
That there’s nothing she’s likely to change;
It would feel pretty bad
To be normal and sad,
So she’d rather be happy and strange.
Tom Juniper Poetry 