Early this summer, Donny found a kind of treasure (horror? delight?) in the sweet gum tree by the tool shed: it was a snakeskin, freshly shed. When I came to visit Melleray, he and Dad walked me over, and waited until I had spotted it on my own. It was like trying to spot the last ornaments on the Christmas tree. I had to refocus my eyes and see differently. You can see three pictures here.
Dad wrote nine poems about the snakeskin, and sent them to me yesterday; you can read this latest, haunting cycle here.
it makes poetic sense that there is a snakeskin in the witchy-five-point-leaved sweet gum tree!
Posted by: Clare | September 10, 2007 at 12:53 PM