A Poem by Terpsichore

In 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.

© 2016 Terpsichore

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What empathy you have for us ssmall little creatures of the earth :) This made me smile :)

Posted 1 Year Ago

Had to smile at this one. When a child those snails fascinated my brother and me. Haven't seen one in years. Valentine

Posted 1 Year Ago

And boy, do we use that shell to protect us from so much more than the elements... Great imagery and metaphor here, T!

Posted 1 Year Ago

This is so fascinating!! this is a great coincidence, a week ago i saw a snail in the garden, observed it for a long long time and fell in love with it. then i came home and told my family i was going to keep a pet snail. Now i've actually lived for a moment as a snail. the details are simply exquisitel! I have a newfound respect for these precious little creatures. Beautiful work!!

Posted 1 Year Ago

Life from a snail's point of view. Your imagery was so precise, I felt repulsed by the slimy creature! Good work. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago

A delightful poem for sure, and a really interesting personification.

Posted 1 Year Ago

I love this. How you have captured the detail of the snail. We often look at things but never really see them. A wonderful ode to a snail.

Posted 1 Year Ago

ahahahaha! i love this ..absolutely love it!! the ode to the snail ...thank you so much for my new found appreciation for the slimy little buggers! well done ... beginning to end ... and there is no end to how one can relate to the metaphor .. don't know where i'm going ..but sure know where i've been! nice to have a slim trail for those who may be slipping into forgetfulness ;)

Posted 1 Year Ago

okay...big Wow....

you describe me perfectly with your metaphor...that shell, walking slowly through life, so careful, and yet burdened by a heaviness of the past...

damn if only we could break free...and run right back into love...

this is so damn good, T.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Surreal... burdened with start imagery!! Fantastic!!!

Posted 1 Year Ago

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