The Fever

The Fever

A Poem by Miss Mary Jane

In the midst of this darkening desert,

the scream of the butterfly is heard,

echoing from the canyon walls.

The deep haunting howl of the

wolf mingling withe the scream.

As I watch the highway recoil

like a snake, attempting it's final

attack.

 

The voice of the Shaman streams

through, his prayers smashing,

obliterating this vivid nightmare,

as the fever continues....

© 2008 Miss Mary Jane


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Holy other-worldly!! Very cool. The image of a butterfly screaming is both genius and disturbing all at once! I love that it mixes with the wolf....and the imagery of the highway recoiling as a snake is effectively harsh and frightening.
The second verse is wonderful as well....I love that his prayers "smash" - a very unique perspective/description. The fever continues.....I'll be looking for more!
Excellent piece, my friend. Very, very original.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on May 19, 2008

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Miss Mary Jane
Miss Mary Jane

Knoxville, TN



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My name is Mary Jane, I'm just another character brought on to you by the gods. I believe in mystical adventures to heighten the passion of life. I like to go out into nature and worship pagan deities.. more..

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