Nina Brav

Writer, Blogger, Entrepreneur

Serpent's Tail

Me today,

A shattered plate

Not much use

To a hungry man

 

I once,

A kid

Broke my mother's mug

A snake for a handle

She cried and cried

Cuts on fingers,

Failing to piece

the hissing puzzle

Back anew

I took to her

A curv-ed piece

Crying, placed

In smooth brown hands

She cried too

She knew it true:

Mug turned paper weight,

Heart turned stone

 

She was then as I am now

One piece salvaged,

Sharp edged heart

Thrown away

The shattered bits

He'll never eat again