snake incident, 3:14pm
there he goes again—
bloke in thongs
gripping that bent garden rake
like it owes him money
chasing something near the clothesline.
grass—patchy, burnt— doesn’t flinch
but i do when he shouts
“bloody hell, it’s fast!”
under the hills hoist
a rustle
a tail flick
a flash
he’s got it pinned.
not bad for a bloke
who once tried to hammer
a magpie’s shadow.
he’s wrestling
now arms and legs
scrambling like a child playing rugby
with a shopping trolley
and suddenly— it's done.
rake quivering
snake head gone
both silent.
he looks over
like he wants applause
but I just nod
and put the kettle on.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Now this is a most enthralling narrative. Full of vivid images it distracts the listener from the meaning catching them with its action and setting. I love the line:
" not bad for a bloke
who once tried to hammer
a magpie’s shadow."
Are we not all snake catchers in a way? Do we not all try to hammer shadows to the ground? Oh man what would you be if not chasing fantasy? And society gives a nod of indulgence and proceeds with business as usual. A fave my friend
Amazing! Thanks for opening up that thought🙏🏻🕊️
Your poem focuses on a seemingly mundane yet thrilling incident involving a man attempting to catch a snake in his garden, showcasing a blend of humor and tension.
Glad the humour was enjoyed. Thanks, Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
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