Wednesday, December 02, 2015
Snakes Painting by me.... Poem by Scott
My husband, Scott and I recently had a month long show at a local gallery. My husband is a poet, and I, of course, the painter. Each painting had a corresponding poem. This one had a great poem about a little boy falling asleep on a hot Sunday at church. To visit my ebay gallery, click the link to gallery.
All those “S’s” hissing!
In the garden, preacher warned,
“Snakes will lull you to sleep.”
My head in grandmother’s lap
suspended from the ceiling.
Never pushing air enough…
The stroke of her fingers
tongue at my neck
in my ear
distant and hollow
as though listening underwater,
to a voice calling
hissing in my ear
sleep. . . sleep. . . ssssssss . . . .