Terry Miller Poet Rhyme

Scorpions

We arose from restless dead since time before
your futile presence an ancient Earth did spore
your many variants, which we gladly sting,
no matter which holy deity or king
you set against. Serqet heals but cannot cure;
guardian of Qebehsenuef; brief allure
that regards canonic jar of chitterlings,
timeless amulet that bears such hollow rings.
Our poison always threats your sweet milieu
for still we dance a promenade à deux.

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Susan Ashley April 13, 2025 at 11:48 AM Dear Terry, your creative verse is an entwining word dance portraying the enduring relationship of scorpions and humanity through the ages.. I enjoyed the view from the scorpion's perspective. Congratulations for your success in Sara's contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan Terry Miller April 16, 2025 at 7:46 AM Thank you for your kind words Susan

Sara Jama April 10, 2025 at 9:28 AM Congratulations on placing in my contest. Your wordplay is brilliant. I love your use of Egyptian mythology in your write. I've always been fascinated by it. "Serqet heals but cannot cure;" really drew me in. Favourite line. Terry Miller April 16, 2025 at 7:45 AM Thank you for the placement and for running the contest, you had some excellent entries

I Am Anaya April 10, 2025 at 9:03 AM Terry, congratulations on your placement, I downloaded an image of the Egyptian Qebehsenuef from the university of Cairo to help and it is spectacular. Have a beautiful day! Terry Miller April 10, 2025 at 9:17 AM Thank you Anya; Serqet is the goddess of scorpions, healing, and protector of Qebehsenuef.

Ink Empress April 10, 2025 at 8:32 AM Dear Terry What a most creative take on the prompt , i love the wordplay here and how your words flow in such a catchy cadence. And i especially love the ending here "Our poison always threats your sweet milieu for still we dance a promenade à deux." Brilliant! So unique how youv inked this! It definitely stands out! Congratulations on your placement in saras contest, sending you light always Terry Miller April 10, 2025 at 9:15 AM Thank you so much Ink, always appreciate your kind comments: "promenade à deux" is the mating ritual of the scorpion

David Crandall April 7, 2025 at 8:37 PM Good one - Interesting and educational! I used google to help me. Scorpions are not to be trifled with! Terry Miller April 10, 2025 at 6:51 AM Thank you David

Nette Onclaud April 2, 2025 at 10:45 PM enjoyed this offering with mythical allusions, terry... insightful and lovely! Terry Miller April 3, 2025 at 8:56 AM Thank you Nette