Snake Charmer (or Through the eyes of the serpent)

The silver spectre gliding through the forest.

Limpid as she was, her face painted virgin white,

Pale eyes outlined warrior black.

She was beautiful

...but nobody saw her.

Her naked feet silently brushing dead leaves-

her frame fazed through black trees-

emerged in greens, never touching soil.

She was beautiful

...but nobody saw her.

Her ashen hair twisted in knots.

How silently she prowled under a full moon

like something out of Pandora's box.

She was beautiful

...but nobody saw her.

The serpent mangled and bleeding,

healed by her touch.

Uncoiling he thanked her with a kiss.

She was beautiful.

-Jo Resner © 7-11-17