RHAPSODY FOR A DEAD REPTILE

rapscallion your cold heart let you down

it knew you too well with your veins of ferns

you shimmered in the wide heat your plans

were laid as eggs

 

your playground the dregs of

 

a subcontinent

the sun your mentor

      who showed you mercy

               even with your silly grin

but none to your scrabbling prey

 

not even aware

they'd been taken  in.

◄ FIRST JOBS IN THE GARDEN

THE HOG'S BACK, A REVELATION ►

Comments

Profile image

raypool

Sat 24th Feb 2018 18:24

Thanks Martin, so pleased you liked that word; just seemed to gel.

That's good, David; just trying to do a descriptive piece for its own sake . I imagine Billy Graham as a popout in a birthday card with an audio clip to boot, coming back to life and scaring the shit out of us.

Cheers, Hannah. A bit of an experiment in description.

Always welcome comments Suki. I tried scrambling the lines to give a jagged look. I'm no expert but glad you liked it.

Thanks Col, and Des for the likes.


Ray

Profile image

suki spangles

Fri 23rd Feb 2018 23:35

Hi Ray,

Has a slight Beat Poetry feel to the piece. Intriguing imagery:

veins of ferns..

..a subcontiment/ the sun your mentor

Perfect.

Suki

Profile image

Hannah Collins

Fri 23rd Feb 2018 21:19

Love this poem.
Rich in imagery and words.

Hannah

Profile image

Wolfgar Miere

Fri 23rd Feb 2018 04:12

This is a very enticing piece Ray,

I don't know quite what to make of it but it has me thinking of an obituary to Billy Graham.

Thanks for the mind prod.

David.

Profile image

Martin Elder

Thu 22nd Feb 2018 22:54

It starts off so well ray with that lovely word Rapscallion and just goes on in a like minded vine. Love the whole piece
Marvellous

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message