The Serpents

We are living for a breath of cold.
As we watch the shadows fold
Into olive sands …

The bays
Of salty waters
Mark our days;
By the ripples,
By the tides.

We come forth limping,
― Leave in strides.

And the heat lays
Like a hound.
The children know
The crooked sounds
Of serpents, lurking like disease
By the banks
Beyond the trees.
There is the dark and endless sea.
There are spirits watching me.

This land robs comfort,
Seethes defeat.
It maims and strengthens,
By the heat
― The heat of hate, the heat of guilt …
The day I learned that flowers wilt,
I burst and shook,
And cursed the sky.
My feelings died.
I knew not why.

Now we spread no hell, no rain.
Now we live here, free from pain
And stronger, by neutrality —
It shapes our immortality.

None can touch us,
Strike us,
Love us.
None can break
The spell above us.
… None can ever set us free.
We are surrounded by the sea.

– Written by Anna Williams at Age 17

About Anna

Anna Vera Williams is a poet, a photographer, a blogger, and a webmaster. She is the webmaster of Poems, Poets, & Poetry, which provides poetry resources and allows other poets to showcase their work. Her photographs can be found at Anna Vera's Photography, and her books and photos can be purchased at

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One Response to “The Serpents”

  1. janetleigh Says:

    You seem to have acquired your gift for writing at quite a young age, Anna, with a voice mature beyond your age. You present strong images and ideas packed with strong emotions; this combo appeals to me. I look forward to reading more of your poems, Anna.

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