Gordian Knot

A knotted snake
upon my path
surprised me with its struggles.

I thought to put
my hand to it
to loose it generously.

But when I touched
its seething mass,
insinuatingly it

rolled and writhed right
up my arm while
still fixed in its predicament.

It remained tied
it could not loose
it sibilantly told me

but let it lick
with clever tongue
its knotted mystery to me

not only would
it come undone,
it would be the undoing of me.

Annette Marie Hyder

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