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Far down the winding Amazon,
The Anaconda loves to play;
He finds a bed to coil upon
Far down the winding Amazon.
With lightning kiss, he latches on
And soon asphyxiates his prey.
Far down the winding Amazon,
The Anaconda loves to play.
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Author notes
This isn't one of my usual poem topics, but I was in the mood to write something different.
Written December 19th, 2005
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Call me a strange little bird... I hate slimy things, and bugs... But, give me a snake, and I'm happy! (If it's dry, anyway!)
I also like that word "asphyxiate"... There's something poetic in the mere spelling and rhythm of it- just had to use it! -
Wow. A wonderful Triolet, and truly exotic and different. I love this piece with its eerie feel. I could almost hear jungle noises, cruising down the amazon. So very creative.
~Pam
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That first line "far down the winding Amazon" grabbed me. I'm a big fan of exotic adventure/travel novels (Richard Halliburton's, in particular), and it doesn't get much more exotic than the Amazon.
As far as the anaconda loving to play, I don't think his prey enjoy the game very much, unless having their eyeballs squeezed out is their idea of fun. haha
Good one!
M



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