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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Swamp Girl


image by Maria Sibylla Merian (Public Domain)

In the heat and thick of the mangrove swamp
Katie met a man
He was a stranger ‘round these parts
and had an evil plan
He didn’t know but soon found out
To his regretful shame
Don’t mess with a girl from the mangrove swamp
Calls snakes and crocs by name
They bit him bad then drowned him good
He sank into the mud
His body feeds the mangrove trees
The roots will drink his blood.

11 comments:

Brian Miller said...

uh yeah....not one to mess with...too many places to slip the body down in the deep of that swamp...

Helen said...

Katie has come to life in this cautionary tale of a poem.

Hannah said...

"Don’t mess with a girl from the mangrove swamp
Calls snakes and crocs by name"

Love this!!

Kim Nelson said...

The roots will drink his blood!
Fabulous, strong female character. Great ending line. Fun read.

Fireblossom said...

Oh well, these things happen!

Kay L. Davies said...

Wonderful, Ms Mouse. I think I like Katie.
I had to laugh at FB's comment. My mother used to say the very same thing.
K

Mama Zen said...

Damn! I wish that I had written this!

Margaret said...

We need more tales from the heat and thick of the mangrove swamp !!

Ella said...

Yes, I want more bewitching tales from the mangrove ;D

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love this cautionary tale - and your telling of it in rhymed verse adds to the folksy feel of it.

Much enjoyed.

Marian said...

I LOVE THIS. !