"Snake Eating Its Tale"
A coil of midnight ink,
it curves upon itself—
a story rewritten with every bite,
each swallow a stanza erased,
each rise a stanza reborn.
Its scales glint like borrowed lines,
snatched from yesterday’s pages,
then chewed into new syllables
that hiss in the pulse of now.
A narrative of endless dusk,
where beginnings blur with endings,
and the final word is always
the one it hasn’t yet spoken.
Here, the serpent is poet and poem:
devouring its own legend to taste
the freshness of unspun myths,
a living glyph of perpetual return.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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The ouroboros appears in songs with chorus and verse and in poems that bring us back to the beginning with the last line. The endless cycle of destruction and creation. Well done my friend
Thanks Soren, they do indeed 🙏🏻🕊️
My pleasure my friend
Thanks for the Fave, @Mutkey 🤩🙏🏻🕊️
Rik, this balances mythic imagery with meta-poetic reflection. The serpent as both poet and poem gives it layered depth, and the movement from erased stanza to reborn myth feels fluid and intentional. Powerful metaphor. Ending on “a living glyph of perpetual return” leaves it timeless. Fantastic poem here, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Neva mind yer ouroboros, this post would not be complete (quite possibly open to challenge...) without mention of a cousin, the hoop snake to which I was introduced as a Pommy kid on entry to a wide brown land...
"Lines chewed into new syllables" seems the essence of poetry. the metaphor is so strong here. My tail has too many bite marks. Well done.
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