Here is a poem that I shared in my 2nd online Molecules Unlimited meeting (which took place last evening):
Dear cave soul
(Campion, M. Journal of Cell Science (1961), s3-102 (58): 195–216).
Garden snail, glands fit to
release alms, coat poor soils
Mucus glops, grease the ground
Tunics strip, fat drips on
bitter seas, your meals give
flavone waste, day and night
You made your rural homes
Garden snail, dear cave soul
Extend arms, ease rich shade
Mantle mass, shell of gold
Larval star, for old age
Approach life, hum a tune
Secrete chalk, by your fringe
We label you a pest
Garden snail, act the part
Costume on, shake it off
Symbols rush, lines mark out
quirky roles, your foot speaks
Fabric mends, green hosts call
Standing tall, your new nerve
We learn to admire you
Garden snail, help us out
at the end, dead shells give
Calcium, gives new life
Richer soils, for they ache
Fungal spores, all spread out
Fungi meals, your old thrills
We should celebrate you
--
Stephen Paul Wren
Kommentare