I, An Ant Hill — a free verse poem
it is all about perspective

I, an ant hill crumbles stacked upon crumbles narrow opening threads of curiosity stream from my opening into the mammoth fields GMO corn growing tall in swaths of golden-green
beneath red-shouldered shadow and scream, the soil is alive, workers
in tiny filament lines — they march out from me and gather their victual bits enormous weights they bear for me. I am not entirely ungrateful.
I, an anthill inside resides a queen
Christina Ward is an environmentalist and poet from North Carolina. In her spare time she hangs out with the ants. Follow my Blog! Fiddleheads & Floss Poetry Don’t Miss Updates on Christina’s Poetry and Book Releases!






