Open Poetry #48 |
The Snake - expanded |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Serpentine in its attack, ...across the sidewalk snakes the crack, Searing sun, midsummer's heat, ...only hastens walk's defeat. It is the winter's ice and snow, ...providing venom for death's throe, No rattles signal its advance, ...just silent slither, snake's final dance. Until the sidewalk's final break, ...succumbing to fangs of the snake. Since the dawn of Genesis, ...Ophidian, man's nemesis, From night's shadows without warning, ...striking out to thwart the morning, Out of the depths of all infernal, ...destroying all that is eternal, Concrete crumbles in crack's wake, ...as snake's hunger it doth slake, Primordial in its attack, ...across the sidewalk, snakes the crack. |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
I'll mever see a crack in the sidewalk the same again...you wove a vision out of something everyday...well done...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I enjoyed your poem very much, Tim. I understood it with my mind as I understand how most people feel about snakes. I am in awe of their beauty, and though I would treat a species I don't know with caution, I have no fear of them. There were 2 or 3 occasions, when my horse, Flicka, was alive, that people who didn't keep their horsefood in a bin, would call me to come and get snakes out of their horse food. It was always a brown house snake and I would put the snake in a bag and take it home and release it in my indigenous forest garden. Sadly I never saw any of them again. Owl |
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