SnailA Poem by TerpsichoreIn rain I walk and feed. My one foot sliding, gliding. I move slowly, ghostlike. Floating edges grazing the ground like the skirts of a settling hovercraft. I am burdened by encapsulating shell which I utilise with mysterious ease. Drawing back and recoiling from sharp stones, from grass spears. My body is pallid, lightly scaled. with probing detectors Ever-Searching feelers. I am cold as ice waxed and rhythmic. A blind scare-head, a four-horned deity. I press the earth, suck it hard. My shell is glazed and shining, high coils of precious beauty with curled lips of finest enamel that are silky smooth. My wake shines and glistens. An opalescent ribbon that charts my nocturnal journey. I am blind and cannot see, but I know Where I have been.
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Added on May 10, 2016Last Updated on May 10, 2016 AuthorTerpsichoreLondon, United KingdomAboutNothing much to tell really. I work in the city, boring, but lucrative enough to enable me to spend most weekends away from the place. I enjoy writing, reading equally as much. Like retro style cloth.. more..Writing
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