Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

SNAKE CHARMER

by FRANCES BAILLIE

SNAKE CHARMER
 
In a world of
panters and sniffers
barkers and whiners,                
cat-calls and wolf-whistles,
he represented
Chic.
No sign of depravity.
His siren-song suavity
the pull of his gravity
disturbing.
 
Scales fell from her eyes.
Eventually.
 
Later, sinuously,
slyly, he slid back
into her life,
Seductively mesmerising,
cold-bloodedly seeking out
succour.
Same sycophant,
Soothing and syrup-sweet.
 
He’d changed, he claimed,
flicking a forked tongue.
 
Same shape
same smile
same snare
selfsame snakebite.
 
Promises as empty
as his sloughed-off skin.
 
Fake.
Snake in the grass.
 
 
 

Added: 28.03.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

04.05.2011

All the s's and onomatopoeic sounds could have become too much but it works and is a pleasure to read. Nice loose mix of rhyme/free verse.

08.05.2011

Excellent.Enjoyed the structure on the page and sound as I spoke it outloud -definite number 1 for me. Universal subject! antidote to love!

17.05.2011

do love snakes nice poem xxx

Email:

Share:

Back