Sewn
The snake crept up on me
Did it see me
As there I lay
Was I hidden
Deep within my slumber
Curled up tight
Wrapped in dreams
And cotton
What did it think
As it swallowed me
Sucking me in
Encased in brown and pink
Flower petals
Did I tickle
Going down
Perhaps a furball
Ruffled loosed down
Blocking the way
Here I am now
Still not conscious
Hustled along
By rhythmic scootchings
And convolutions
Pushed farther in
Shoved twisted along
Heading south
As I am stripped away
From myself
Layer by layer
Dissolving flesh and bone
Yet still I float
Loose
Within serpentine depths
Wondering yet again
What did the snake see
What did it think
What did it feel
When it looked down at me
And opened wide
imagined by Raven TK
http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/
What indeed did the snake see? This, Raven, is a powerful use of your imagination translated into an equally powerful use of words to vividly describe a journey into the inside world of the snake. Talk about worlds withing worlds–
Vi
woodnymph
July 12, 2008 at 2:52 pm
I love the originality & sheer audacity of this – it starts out a bit sweet & sleepy, but by the middle, we are wide awake & thinking sharp clear thoughts – at the end we are aware, thoughtful – all before the morning coffee!
Kerry
July 12, 2008 at 2:58 pm
Fabulous–the progression, in both the story and emotion. I love the way the peristalsys’s rhythmic movement is like a slow movement of a needle through cloth. Great word choice, too!
quinncreative
July 12, 2008 at 4:02 pm
This flows so well – I agree re the rhythmic movement. I also like the reference to layers, snakes sloughing their skin and as we create we peel away layer after layer after layer and you being taken right to the innermost depths.
Jill
July 13, 2008 at 4:38 pm
This is exceptional Raven. Utterly extraordinary and seductively unique.
Heather Blakey
July 17, 2008 at 2:46 am