Monday, September 19, 2011

The Snake Charmer

The Snake Charmer, Henri Rousseau, 1907

Among the jasmine blooms
where woods are deep
my flute calls for surrender
to my four snakes
hope, love, joy and prosper
From the green lake
and murmuring hollows
twisting and turning
they come to me, helpless
at the lure of my tunes
But I have no venom
I’m a silky maiden
merely playing my pipe
on a cold night
when the moon whispers
fiery lust in the bushes
My words blush
so I play my flute
to swathe my naked desire
I turn into a snake charmer
not silently wooing
serpentine beings
but naively enticing
virile senses

~ET 19/09/2011

Written for Magpie tales #83.
Look out for write ups from other charmers here :)

Monday, September 5, 2011

A dry spell...

abandoned farm, Dublin, Ohio

Raking the stillness
I leant on hope
watching memory gravels
clogging my rusty desires
and I fell on a lost trail
wounding my pride.
I yearn for warmth
of a woolen caress
to smooth wrinkled needs.
I search sunshine
in the blazing wet spirits
burning my feisty soul
I hear a cough
from mislaid wishes
mowing at wry silence
I believe it is
a momentary interlude
trespassing my life
I trust it will pass
with the rolling wheel of time
into a new dawn
bringing shimmer of faith.

~ET 06/09/2011

Written for Magpie tales #81.I tampered with the brightness of the pic,my apologies! Do visit other takes on this prompt:)