Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

The frog maker

entry picture

There’s gift-stalls galore outside the wild and hilly

Monteverde Forest. I buy a saffron

amphibian, sculpted in glass, from the guy that crafts them.

“What species is it?” I ask. His smile goes chilly.

“Is Golden Toad. He no more around.”

He knew them as a boy and recounts the thrilling

jackpot glitter of frogs in the fern-leaf frilly

puddles of April that made their spawning grounds.

Extinction struck. Climate’s the culprit, it’s reckoned.

A shriek from a startled bird reverberates shrilly

around the reserve. It stops. Oblivion beckons

a world that’s lost a coin so unmistakeable.

The bubble-wrap wad he packs round the knick-knack seems silly,

a conceit in these times when entire species’ are breakable.

froggolden toadMonteverdeCosta Ricacloud forestclimate changeextinction


Bigfoot ►


Profile image

Tim Ellis

Thu 10th Dec 2015 10:29

Thanks for your comments Stu and Ray.

Profile image


Tue 8th Dec 2015 22:10

With your chosen agenda Tim you make a heartfelt plea and you have the weight of conviction and this always comes across, well done. Quite sad case in point in this poem.


Profile image

Stu Buck

Tue 8th Dec 2015 17:31

love this tim and it is indeed a sad story. great use of assonance throughout.

Profile image

Tim Ellis

Tue 8th Dec 2015 13:10

Another poem from my pamphlet "Speak The Unspeakable" It was first published in "Gringo on the Chickenbus" (Stairwell Books) You can google Golden Toad if you want the full sad story of this unfortunate animal. The poem is more-or-less true: my partner's mum has the glass toad in question, which we bought in Costa Rica some years ago, on her mantelpiece. You can get both books via my website (they'd make a perfect Christmas present for someone!)

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message