Monday, May 16, 2005


Walking around the river I meet a woman who warns me about snakes. In Autumn.
'I saw one right here!' she says, waving her arm like a winding path...'A Tiger.'
And after a pause she adds: '2 months ago'
'It's too cold now, isn't it?' I say, affecting nonchalance.
(I've always presumed reptiles fly north from May to September and I walk happily along snaky paths without a second thought.)
'Oh well you never know, on a day like this they might crawl out and warm in the sun...'

I return home to read this snaky poem

Comments: snakes

I've never seen anyone wave a winding path. It must have been quite a sight.
Posted by Tony.T at May 17, 2005 09:53 AM

"I've never met a phor I didn't like"
Posted by boynton at May 17, 2005 10:14 AM

Phor sooth!
Posted by Tony.T at May 17, 2005 10:39 AM

Sinuous, like beauteous, is in the eye of the beholden.
Posted by Ajax at May 17, 2005 11:42 AM

"the ardent glare"...

Ah yes - sinuous is the word.
Posted by boynton at May 17, 2005 12:13 PM

- the word I was looking phor.
Posted by boynton at May 17, 2005 01:51 PM

Isn't The Drovers Wife partly centred around the "snake in australia"
Posted by Francis Xavier Holden at May 18, 2005 10:28 AM

Not "the alligator in Australia"?
Posted by boynton at May 18, 2005 11:01 AM

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