Blogging Poetry

Scaly Things

The tightest squeeze.

A feathered serpent,

Quetzalcoatl,

rests above your

medulla oblongata.

His downy wings

pad from scaly things,

but that serpent, cold,

is an older thing.

Sleep, dream, and give

intellect, old wisdom.

Coil and bite,

his fangs, venom’s gift.

“Fly away!” …your pleas

fall upon deaf ear-things

while Old Serpent

does tightly squeeze.


© CGT, 2017.

Pardon that initial rhyme, I thought it was funny.

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