gossip
The tall teal shrub glowed
with an assortment of fruit
each giving off light
that pricked the night
while shimmering, shimmying snakes
entwined themselves
around slender long branches
near slow twirling leaves
that gleamed
strange twists of color.
At the center of the tree
was a dark opening
surrounded by three flaming eyes
and if you neared it
you could hear
whispers
chatter
from centuries ago.
Oh I love the mystery of that ending! Ominous.
First, thank you, Matt, for visiting my small stones blog and for commenting on one of my stones.
Second, I really like the mystery in this poem. It makes me wonder what kind of gossip the trees have heard “from centuries ago”! I’m sure they heard more things than us!
Enjoyed the poem!