First Published in Art With Words WV Quarterly Poetry Journal
A Spenserian Sonnet (Mr. Snake falls in love with a garden hose) Today I slithered up a grassy hill, wet from the creek and eager to explore. The urge to snare a mate devoured my will, could not this be the day for me to score? I spot you there beside the garden door, your slick green shape pervades my hungry sight. Your golden head criss-cross my eyes before your trim tight coil peals visions of delight. Yet when I push my moves into the light your body squirms and grows before my eyes, and dread arises in a burst of fright. You spit at me in angry spurts, surprise me with a gush of clear and liquid spray, while I make haste to scuttle fast away.
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