It’s tail rattles.
Here come the inner battles.
Is this one poisonous?
Running from my voicelessness.
It’s not all of them.
From where does this hatred stem.
Green scales and a cold stare.
A flicker in the stagnant air.
I step into the green.
Why does it cut, unseen?
One wrong move.
It’ll bite just to prove.
Slow and steady.
Slithering, coming at me already.
I try to stand strong.
Sharp fangs to show where I belong
Its skin begins to shed.
Stomach sinking with familiar dread.
It isn’t a snake I’m trying to escape,
But a woman’s history built to a violent tape.
(Happy) women’s history month.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not all snakes are venomous and will attack. But if you see one lurking in the grass. Do you stop to ask?
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A most interesting analogy nicely written. My experience is that a snake will run rather than fight unless it feels cornered or surprised and so it is with most people.
Thanks!
You are most welcome
Quite lost as to how a snake ('Green scales and a cold stare') relates to 'woman’s history' unless there's an oblique 'analogy' being drawn between the green snake and a male's erect penis (ripe red and rampant could work here - not mine, but poetically it has some alliterative properties......).
Nope, simply the phrase “not all men” that I am referring to here. It is that women need to be constantly alert to danger and cannot stop to think if the “snake”/man is a threat. I think most without knowledge of a snakes species would run or go away.
Nicely fielded - I didn't believe I would get a response.
Take care, and good luck.
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