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Click hereOn my way past the woodpile I almost tread on
a slithering slow-worm in the tall
forest of grass, a dark streak, known
to be completely harmless - adders
go for drier, rougher haunts -
yet vaguely disturbing like a sudden
illumination of something darker behind
the bright looks of acknowledged
respectability - like desire, having
lain in its box of repression too long,
showing through. Cracks will fall in your armour;
the plates have worn thin by ceaseless erosion
of blows and rain's rusted the hinges. As I frown
at my startled unease and step back
the reptile slides away beneath the logs.
No one is protected from the darkness of missed opportunities, of broken dreams, of repressed desires. This poem shows that!
my favorite line. "having lain in its box of repression too long..."
Shock and awe can be a good thing!