Snake Story Poem by Dorothy Featherstone Porter
Snake Story
Death adder,
will I ever learn
when to step on you?
In the dark
I can smell your rustling
dry mulch home
but I can't smell you.
Are you waiting?
How do I shed
this fusty skin of fear
and walk
with artfully reckless
bared ankles?
There's so much honour
in the benediction
of your dream-deep venom.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
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4/27/2024 11:44:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a venomous poem... i love watching snakes on NAT GEO WILD.... Thanks for sharing Dorothy