Today's poem is by Melanie McCabe
In These Woods
Pretty viper, once coiled
in my belly's fist, harmless
as a pinkie toenow you lengthen
to dart, all lip-lined
fang and venom.In these woods I step
blind over logs, unsettle
boulders, thrust a clumsy
stick into dark caves
to find you, to run my lonely
fingertips along the sequin-dazzle
of your low slither.I would charm you if I could
with shiny baubles,
a shoebox of all the old gifts:
creeksplash over moss-slick
stones, a teacup of blue-black crickets.But I am clatter and stomp
in this green quiet. Instinct
tightens you to tremble and strike.
In the bloodbeat before
each bite, I marvel
at your taut graceswell
with pride at the honed arc
you master to carry
fang to heart.
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Copyright © 2014 Melanie McCabe All rights reserved
from What the Neighbors Know
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