The snake charmer’s night stage
is lighted by the opalescent moon.
Mystery weaves its way through the reeds
to sit at the feet of the performer.
Snakes slither along tree limbs entranced
by the seductive notes calling from a flute
in the lips of the beguiler.
Forked tongues taste the air seasoned with sorcery.
The snake shaman hypnotizes the serpents
to dance to the tune of submission.
Snakes and charmer perform this exotic ballet
until the sun pulls back the night curtain.
©Susie Clevenger 2011
Magpie Tales Prompt 83
18 comments:
Lovely write...
Really liked it - killer last line:)
enjoyed your perspective.
amazing entry.
I must agree with 120 Socks, a killer last line...
JJRod'z
I must agree with 120 Socks, a killer last line...
JJRod'z
I too agree - last line superb!
Anna :o]
I love the idea of mystery weaving its way through the reeds.
Ooh, this is beautiful. Such a compliment to the image.
This is gorgeous! I love "air seasoned with sorcery."
i loved your words of imagery!!!
I really liked this ... the way you brought the full moon, the flute ... the feeling of the painting into your poem.
i imagine that ballet is quite the bit ofmagic to watch...nice spin of your words...
Wonderfully expressive and image full. I particularly liked the final line - it's a lovely phrase.
"Forked tongues taste the air seasoned with sorcery" love that!
I absolutely love the last line. Perfect ending.
air seasoned with sorcery.
Great phrase...
A lovely re-painting of the painting!
'the air seasoned with sorcery'
fine lines and poem
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