Calico snakes crawl the
garden of our love.
You, in your gingham
dress and hair in braids,
bent over the radishes.
I, unshaven in my dirty
Johnny Cash t-shirt.
Earth all over my
face.
I fell into your
firey ring, that's for
damn sure.
As soon as my guard comes
down, you and that drunken
pirate moon, and that mad
smiling snake burn
me every time.
I'm leaving the garden and
heading back to those
wild midnight alleys where I
know what's coming.
Nursery rhymes are just
metered horror stories.
And spring is the biggest
liar of them all.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 7th, 2025 18:08
- Comment from author about the poem: My website is www.thomaswcase.com. There is a brand new poetry reading on my YouTube channel. My books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse, are available on Amazon.com
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Comments6
Snake, subtle and deceitful…a venomous chameleon, cold blooded to boot 🥾
I appreciate it.
You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
Very nice Thomas great write
Thank you.
Great write
Thanks.
You're welcome
Great write, Thomas! I had snakes on my mind recently and so I it brought a smile to see a slithering snake on yours too. Indeed, nursery rhymes are metered horror stories! So true. Well done, my friend! Excellent write!
Thank you, I appreciate it.
You are most welcome, Thomas!
A lovely write and I feel we have all encountered a snake at some point, enjoyed the read
THANK YOU.
You are very welcome
I truly believe the greatest poet is the one that has lived it, and you have surely lived it dear Thomas, the blood the sweat the everything that comes with life experience and here you are selflessly sharing your magnificent adventures. Who said gardening was ever boring! Loved this. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
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