The giant anaconda’s scales glint, gleam. <br />serpentining slowly in between <br />branch overhang of some piranha stream. <br />Strength selection studied shows in gene <br />through evolution’s jungle grey, brown, green - <br />that, sunlit, on reflection, golden seem. <br />Gravely swaying, swathed in glistening sheen, <br />she undulates through undergrowth, is seen <br />sliding with tongue fork-hair, <br />gliding over there, <br />where a great gurgling geyser <br />ceaselessly hisses steam. <br />Though modern, South American, this scene <br />a prehistoric portrait might have been <br />when taken in the context of ringed layer <br />on layer of suitors curling round spawn glair… <br />How can she judge between them, how compare?<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anaconda-2/
