the serpent
lifts its head
I draw back
against my will
I don’t want
that tongue
to taste me
the air
is a treachery
carries me
on the breeze
and soon …
soon …
I am swaying
bending
soon …
soon …
I am deep
in serpent eyes
it has found me
I have no wings
to fly
I have no legs
to run
I am the ripple
etched
across the sands
and soon …
soon …
I am swaying
into a stony eye
a stony serpent eye
I need no wings
to fly
I need no legs
to run
the tongue
flickers
~
Poem #441 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Frank Prem Poetry 
Mesmerizing! That’s what that snake was doing. Nice one Frank!
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Thanks Anne. Easy to imagine falling under the sway.
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In Australia that could be fatal!
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Yep. We’re full of the fatal critters. Saw some video of a black snake fighting a brown one today. Strewth!
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When we visited Aus we were warned about snakes and crocs and lethal spiders
But we survived. It was a great trip of 6 months all the way round and up and down. We loved it.
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We have a reputation for lethal nature. The big sharks work in banks, though.
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Those are international sharks I think!
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Yep. I think so too.
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This poem could be applied to the next NASA pic as well, that open mouth and dangling tongue
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Yep. That could work well. 🙂
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