(Sorry for being late; I've been busy with university stuff this week.)
I
am quite the pointed
thing
sharp
and well-armied
rock
and rook
stretching forward
to entice
I
speak in
dulcet silver
telling
you what you want
to hear
I
open for you
as I
prepare to close
come closer, sweetheart
sweetheart, come inside.
(Title and poem based on the peculiar "hunting" method of the alligator snapping turtle. Despite the turtle's infamous aggressive nature and powerful bite, they're quite lazy hunters, sitting in the bottom of the water with their mouths open. Their tongues look like little worms, which lure fish right into their mouths. Here's a video displaying maximum turtle effort:
Despite the copyright on the image, I can't actually find who the picture belongs to, and all my efforts to find the actual owner (including a TinEye search) haven't led to them.)
the jaw hinge spreading wide to enfold like a lover
red my favorite flavor hotcold spicysweet my pointed tongue laps each bite like Eve in the garden with her apple
Is this wisdom I give you? The wisdom of the gods? No. It's only red.
(Taking a break from the sacred turtle poems this week. I actually had a request to write a piece for this picture a few weeks ago. I don't know how to credit this image, as it's all over the internet. I found it here on WeHeartIt. If anyone owns it, let me know and you'll receive your proper credit.)
