Saturday, November 12, 2011

bitter snake

You crush the sunlight in my day
and scatter it, broken and dead,
like litter on the ground.

I wonder if you’re pleased
with this dull grey light
you’ve wrought. I wonder

if you stop to reflect at all.

Bitter snake, your venom
drives me out, despairing
for clean air, fresh joy.

Rachel Westfall
November 12, 2011

10 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Oh those bitter snakes. They are destroyers indeed.

namingconstellations said...

Love that opening stanza!

Rob-bear said...

Too complex for an ol' Bear who should be hibernating.

But interesting.

Can't say that I love snakes.

RachelW said...

My dear old bear, Yes. I think I should be hibernating now too, along with the snakes.

Rob-bear said...

Yeah, but I don't want the snakes hibernating with me! I could get really wrapped up and suffocate during the winter.

RachelW said...

True, that. Maybe that's what I've been doing wrong all this time.

Moanerplicity said...

I've known the bitter remorse of sticking my hand blindly inside a sack of snakes, & so this poem speaks directly to that place in me which understands.

Very well rendered, my poetic friend.


Snatch JOY!

One.

Scrappy Wolf said...

Is the Devil in the details? ;)

Rachel Westfall said...

More likely, the Devil is on my doorstep. I can hear him knocking. He kept me up all night.

Scrappy Wolf said...

Maybe it's the wolf at your doorstep, & not the Devil. And he is the good wolf with gentle, loving bites ;)...