Into the Mountains

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WickedEve
WickedEve
39 Followers

for Angeline
2002


The path twines over yonder
'round those trees.
It weaves around
and between them.

Step lightly,
step quickly
upon that serpent's dirt back.

That old snake trail
has wicked winding tail
that'll rattle bones
and bite your soles.

Be nimble before it strikes.
Leave that serpent at your heel;
be swift to Pru's side.
Cast out the Devil
before you lose your bride.

He squats in the corner,
stoking fires,
poking his fingers
into her pot belly
black iron stove.

She sways,
naked limbs flailing,
hair cobweb-tangled
from denting the ceiling.

He rocks, red-eyed,
creaks the boards
and spins a tale —
a spider webbing Pru
with strands of madness.

You slide from serpent tongue,
left-forked. Venomous images
poison your mind:
Spread thighs draped in sweat,
blinding beneath the sun,
drive sensible thought
into the shadows.

She cries his name,
sheds tears of want
that muddy the way to her door
where you'll knock no more.

A gauze of white skin
billows in the wind —
last breath of sanity drained.
Pru is tattered in the treetop
over the lure that snared her.

Now standing twixt snake trail and the Devil,
you're lost no matter which way you turn.

copyright d. dixon

WickedEve
WickedEve
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lorencinolorencinoover 15 years ago
Grateful for your gifted writing

It's good and it's filled with the inevitable sadness of life; it gives me welcome pause.

AngelineAngelineover 15 years ago
I'm turning into Pru!

from reading this so many times lol. It does encasulate everything I love about your poetry, but y'know you've grown a lot as a poet since you first wrote this. Don't get me wrong, it's a marvelous poem. (And you know me--I get all excited about a semicolon used properly.) Oh and I'd change the "that'll" to "to" to get rid of the inadvertent rhyme with "rattle." Okay maybe you meant it to rhyme, but I like it better without. I recommended it in the poemy reviews of course.