Hardly a sound in your world,
Only the repetitious "S".
In your coiled strength,
Your sliding motion and your suddenness,
The pure silk of your pink mouth,
The sloughing of a whole skin,
And that sparkling newness
As you stretch, easy in your new length,
Cool and supple as a stream's dance.
I hear no hiss as your tongue's black tips
Like a shivering nerve detect that strange warmth,
Nor hiss of triumph as you swallow whole your prey.
Hardly a sound in your world,
Only the echoing "S"
In your bold stare belying
The true shyness of a snake
As you watch me from a safe distance.
The "S" contains your whole being
Which makes you more complete than me,
As I have no sound's shape.
going into my/our August 2017 showcase. Thanks. i left comments previously. bri :)
This is beautiful....... you have made that creepy thing something so very attractive! As you stretch, easy in your new length, Cool and supple as a stream's dance...................... Lovely observation! A sure 10
We had Garter snakes when the children were young., a male and a female. The male was a bit frisky but you could handle the female. She would crawl up my arm inside my shirt and peep out round my collar! I took her out of the vivarium most days. They were named after the American pop duo The Sparks Ron and Russell by my daughters! Their favourite group at the time!
And that sparkling newness As you stretch, easy in your new length, Cool and supple as a stream's dance...... lovely! ! ! ! ! Yes, I guess a snake's forked tongue has two tips. My belly may have the O-shape. A fantassssssstic poem. Bri :))
i like snakes and love the poem. i'll comment more later if i remember. now i shall send to MyPoemList. :) :) thankssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! bri :)
Thanks for that, Bri sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Snake'- a beautiful metaphor for a real life image.10