The Mice In The Field (Michael's challenge)

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Temptress

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-06-15

Posts 7136
Mobile, AL

0 posted 2021-02-14 09:37 AM

The sun
and all its skirted layers of light
fall toward the earth.
It is meant to warm
to bend all under its touch.
Lazy grass feather touches the wind here,
a hiding place for feeding creatures
both treacherous
and not,
but all who live between it's strands
are predators
and all of them prey.
They
all
eat something.

Now comes
she.
Splendid skin
patterns etched,
nature's hidden hand at work
Artist with a cruel sense of humor
giving beauty outside
and instinct of need on the inside.
A constant need for perfect warmth
she haunts the ground
with her body
curving along obstacles in the path,
uncountable scales
going with
like delicate chains do
when slid around the fingers.
pleasantly heavy
and cold to touch.
Natural need to satiate hunger drives her
forward.

Here too
are tiny grey creatures.
Troublesome.
cute on first sighting
but later destructive
chewing holes,
tearing, shredding, storing.
Nervous things
Flitting from food to food.
also hungry.
They meet here
in the yawning field
searching like people do.

In our world,
sometimes the men scamper about
darting and hiding intentions
nesting here and there in secret
while women,
if damaged,
might slither with caution,
bloodied armor drenched with a whisper warning
and tongues stretched out
testing the taste and mettle of your words
with an ever cautious lick
before choosing to swallow
all of your promises whole.

"I know this love will tear me to pieces
I know his hands will dig up my secrets"

Meg Myers

Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

1 posted 2021-02-14 07:44 PM

"skirted layers of light" sets an ominous tone here.  Feels like if even the sun is holding back or hiding something, pure doom is inevitable.

Reminded of a food-chain documentary once saw where it progressed from the smallest to biggest, each creature eating something before getting eaten by the next one.  Your "grey creatures" are what that documentary failed to list.  Like the little maggots that eat us all when we're dead.  Aren't they the true winners?

I notice the women slither and men scamper in your mind here.  They do in my mine as well too but for quite perspectives I imagine.

Challenge beautifully met.  Will comes up with another for you if you're up to it.

Paul Wilson

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since 2002-07-07

Posts 4711
United States

2 posted 2021-02-15 06:00 PM

Lady T...Sounds like a dance of love between creatures of the ground, like the Black Widow
that eats her lover after she is done with him. Just my crazy opinion. Enjoyed the mystery in this...Paul

~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~
Paul

augustsky
Senior Member
Posts 828
midwest US

3 posted 2021-02-17 12:13 PM

I enjoyed greening my knees..
following along with this.
Interesting & cool writing,
'they meet in the yawning fields'..
Like that.

Pleasure to read you again Temptress..
Sky~

~Tell me the story about how the sun
loved the moon so much..he died every
night to let her breathe~

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