Trance
In the brilliant jungle
the moon maroon above the clouds
the voice of every night creature
rising. The dark humid air that presses down.
I walk.
The sinuous twist of a yellow vine
around my wrist
that halts me.
12/4/19
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What a wonderfully sensory poem. I love the idea of a maroon moon.
Thank you. I really had a strong feeling associated with this scene, a sense of mystery and otherworldliness, and that it was the beginning of some pilgrimage, or vision quest, or something. The colors help me express it, they are emotional colors to me in this context.
I hope that yellow vine isn’t a snake! I know some are harmless but I would have to go through hypnosis to not be jumpy.
I grew up out in the country and we saw snakes pretty often, some dangerous, others not. I did not like any of them and made sure to get away fast (as we were taught, don’t bother it, just go).
Sounds like good advice for kids and adults…no point bothering them. I know I might be a bit of a nuisance with my startled Yelp.
I have run screaming from snakes in the past. I don’t know if they hear that well or if at all, it’s more about ground vibrations. Don’t feel bad, snakes are scary. Like snapping turtles, they know their power.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who screams 😉 I never thought about the no ear factor!