Black snake, or gray, please let me weave,
weave artfully about your tail,
a tale that shall become through me;
through me you've crept insidiously.
Insidious, you wound, you choked;
yes, choked me by my maiden's throat
although my throat was strong enough,
enough to leave you hanging tough
where tough and dry, your scales, are fine
as finery wherein I wind,
uncoil, unwind your veiled threats.
Those threatening hisses I took in
and in and out and out and in
and out I wove full sore your sin
where sinfully you slither sleek,
sleek snake, my lei, as mourning glints
on glint of snakeskin wound around
and round my shoulders, breast and neck
a necklace smithed of scales, not mail,
as chainmail glints not half so pale.
Author notes
a "wreath" uses the idea of weaving the end word (or a variation thereof) from one line into the next: http://allpoetry.com/column/2346469 There are no specific requirements other than that.
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Well, you got me at the wreathing- just lovely! An interesting tale woven and I loved the rhyme
Best of wishes,
K
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