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[sid] => 134336
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Serpent and the Naif
[time] => 2007-05-14 03:44:45
[hometext] => More of a fairy tale than a poem, but I'd like some feedback...
[bodytext] => She spun so free from worry and the harm of knavery Her free spirit is the only thing overshadowing her bravery She didn't know much of the world around her and in her dreams But her life was molded from experiencing simplicities She danced daily and all through the night with ease Her hair flew about in smooth serenity like the most golden breeze She danced far from her home although it was never planned And into a depressed, dark village all but forgotten by man She danced upon a hill top overlooking the town Her dancing stopped as her face prepared for it's first frown She soon realized this was no average gloomy borough She heard cries and tears that hit the cold ground with sorrow She skipped down the hill into the village and met a man An older gent with a long white beard, barely able to stand She helped him to a seat and very gently she asked, "Why is this town so full of woe, and it's folk so aghast?" "You see, my young dear," the man began to quietly speak "It's not a hamlet that many wisened travelers set to seek, We've been harassed by a snake whom we've learned to resent. The black scaled, ivory toothed, most malicious of serpents." She stepped back, 'tis just a snake' she thought to herself She pondered why this village isn't thriving and booming with wealth It was just a small reptile, but it has long kept this quiet place in fear How could it keep such a place in grief and misfortune for so many years She walked through the town, not ever once opting to leave She knew she could try to help, even though she was naive She never frightened a thing, nor staved off a raging beast But she thought to herself "I must try to help at least." She walked through an alley as cold and dark as night Watching mothers with their children barely clinging to life They all had two small discolored wounds just above their feet About an inch or so apart all made from the same pair of teeth She found herself in a quaint little park in the center of town Lit by street lamps shining a brilliant orange all around She saw the demon serpent that has been haunting this place She stared at its neon eyes without an ounce of fear on her face The snake came closer, hissed, and coiled in a tight ball Then it's head rose from its body, raising menacing and tall It was eye level to the innocent girl that happened upon this land The same girl that has now inadvertently made a stand In the serpent's mouth, it's fangs were stained with blood The girl looked them over, but still there she stood She was not trembling with fear, nor running in fright She wouldn't leave until this serpent slithered out into the night The serpent reared its head back getting ready to strike But before it lunged it saw something that halted its deadly bite The young girl was dancing, twirling with the grace of a goddess Such a beautiful display all wrapped in a pauper's dress Soon, though, the snake snapped out of its trance Getting ready to strike the strange girl who broke into dance It reared back again waiting until the girl's spinning slowed Then it saw her hair flowing like a river of gold "I cannot take your life," the snake amazingly sighed It looked at the ground as a tear came to it's soulless eye Along with a rare tear it's teeth fell down into the grass It slithered away as it's fangs slowly turned to ash "The serpent is gone," all the townsfolk shouted And unlike before not a single soul pouted The girl was made a heroine and was highly praised She left without a word, dancing along the way Years later the village still remembered the brave young girl Who saved all their lives with her spinning and twirls An infinite number of odes to her name the townsfolk sang About a beauty that could charm a snake into giving up its fangs Because you may not have gotten it from the literal meaning of the poem: The snake in the poem represents any kind of hardship that the girl may face in life that many people have failed at (i.e. the townsfolk) but a hardship that she will ultimately overcome by doing what she knows and does best (in the poem: dancing). The dancing itself represents a skill or ability the girl does amazingly well, and although it seems normal to her it’s a sight to behold to others. In a way it could easily be about anyone who ever went through any kind of hardship and prevailed even though its about one specific person. Normally, I don't describe the ideas behind my poetry to anyone, I let them figure it out. But I thought it was appropriate since the poem is so fairy tale-ish. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 40 [informant] => heartquake [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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