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.
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SNAKES

                                                                                                                                                               

Sunday mornings

Southern Baptists

Summer heat

All those “S’s” hissing!

In the garden, preacher warned,

“Snakes will lull you to sleep.”

My head in grandmother’s lap

Twirling fans,

suspended from the ceiling.

Never pushing air enough…

sweating

                hearing voice,

not words…

                rising, falling

                    rising, falling.

The stroke of her fingers

tongue at my neck

in my ear

Hissing!

Preacher’s voice

distant and hollow

    as though listening underwater,                                          

to a voice calling

                softly, tenderly

                   rising, falling

                hissing in my ear

sleep. . . sleep. . .  ssssssss . . . .