Snake Skin, Roe Swamp
Shedding skin of
a snake, will
loosen first at
the lips, retract
backward over
bluing eyes
dull crown,
those sorcerous jaws
Resistance is
needed, seeking
friction of
rock, chafe of grass
scour and scrub
of brown balga
It braces its
body and slides out
Slipped fishnet
of bubblewrap
mingled with a
streaky mandala
of divested
paperbark, becomes
my discovery,
being its past
I tease open a
brittle end, puzzle
my arm inside,
until it is sheathed
to the elbow,
ghost eyes puckering
my skin. My
pulse its unsealed centre
Vestiture of
rain spittle in my hair
A cool trickle
slides inside my collar
I tear the
delicate mesh pulling it off
in what becomes
a deluge
God of
fragmentation, refusing
to keep things
whole, coming
to me later.
Showing again
that repetition
might simply be
a lack of attention to detail
SAVE BEELIAR WETLANDS
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3 comments:
Thank you for such a generous comment Mr Maverick! Yes, surely poetry sits somewhere between, Echo's self doubt and the object of her desire? In the Mandorla created by their shadows? Itself like a snake's mouth.
() ;)
Yes, at the junctures of the liminal. A Venn fragment - another echo. ;)
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