
(Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash)
I HATE SNAKES
by Dawn Pisturino
Don’t go into the swamp!
But we ignored them,
For we were great explorers,
Hunting for lost civilizations
And buried treasure
In the deepest jungles of Africa.
We plowed through the snake grass,
Climbed over rotting tree trunks,
Hung from wild grape vines,
Chattering like monkeys.
And we never considered the dangers
Lurking in our “jungle.”
The old summerhouse lay hidden
Among tangled green bushes
And thorn-studded berry brambles,
Overlooking the banks of the St. Joseph River.
I pushed open the creaky door to look inside
And froze in shock at what I saw:
Slithering, crawling, scaly snakes
Formed a moving carpet on the floor,
Entwining in an intimate embrace,
Lying together in a clump of shimmering bodies,
Moving slowly and surely in the rotten shadows.
We beat a hasty retreat
And never visited our “jungle” again.
And that’s why, even today,
I HATE SNAKES!
Published in Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology (2023), available on Amazon.com.
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Dawn Pisturino
February 6, 2023
Copyright 2023 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology (2023)
Co-Author, 2023 Arizona Literary Magazine (2022)
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women (2022)