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?
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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