Lately
Scientists have concurred
that ancient
snakes
had small
handsankles, toes.
Tubular
amphorae
storing
temptation
and those
appendages,
for grasping.
What?
I asked my
husbanda scientist
as well.
II
The storm
light
( he said)through which you slid
into my life.
Your own grip
lineaged fromtheir sleight of limb
tempting me
to taste a
poem.
A swan's egg
that hatched Helen of
An onion
Sylvia peeled,her thumb print
impearled.
Those blue plums
ripe and cool
Carlos ate.
The infinitude
of salt Pablo said
would sing
yes sing;
but I never heard
anythinguntil
I sparkled some
on an
artichoke
stripping it
scale by scaleand felt a voice
shed metaphor.
Low and languid,
girthed in subtlety,
those green whorls
of lotus
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This poem was inspired by a news article on line with the same title. It showcased a comprehensive study that scientists have done on the movement, bone structure and body composition of Jurassic snakes. And yes, they concluded they had tiny limbs and evolved on land rather than water. So this idea expanded into the idea of a female poet who discusses this finding with her scientist husband. He is bemused and admits that she probably, as a seductress and writer, inherited her "grip" on him from those mysterious and almost mythical creatures; thus tempting him, even leading him to taste the splendor of a poem. Something that is unscientific and at times defies logic and reason. The allusions here range from Virgil (The Aeneid ) to Sylvia Plath to William Carlos Williams and Pablo Neruda.
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