Poem – Scorpion (By David Russell)


I touched a scorpion; it struck.

It was my fault; I had been warned –

But for one split second

Its beauty-fascination wrenched me

From reason’s ice.


I don’t think anyone could find a scorpion ugly,

They shine too.


Writhing and smarting from the sting

I lashed out, struck on something soft

I could not see.


Again pure venom’s shudder,

Then eagles, condors

Circled, launched and swooped.


Did they fly in my slipstream, I in theirs?

Through what was what transcended?


Who had been the real scorpion?


Author Bio:

David Russell was born in 1940. Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection Prickling Counterpoints (1998); poems published in online International Times. Main speculative works High Wired On (2002); Rock Bottom (2005). Translation of Spanish epic La Araucana, Amazon 2013. Romances: Self’s Blossom; Explorations; Further Explorations; Therapy Rapture; Darlene, An Ecstatic Rendezvous (all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. Many tracks on You Tube.


This poem is part of the complete collection; Speculum: Collected Poetry and Prose, by David Russell.

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