A Changing Woman
This is the sequel to 'A
Changed Man', my first poem published in Snakeskin, in October
2021. Thanks, George!
Four years have crept by, since the Hallowe'en
he changed. I’d wanted that, for him to grow,
but not the move to something in between,
part man, part slug. Where were we meant to go?
In time, he seemed to settle in the shed,
just ambling out for snacks. A simple life,
enjoying most of all the lettuce bed.
I thought no more of one day being his wife.
Some evenings, though, a rather wistful look
appears upon his slimy orange face;
he makes his way towards a garden nook
to watch a slug pair in a moist embrace.
I watch them now, and wonder – “Could we try?”
His tentacles rise up. He winks an eye.
Felicity Teague
If you have any thoughts about this
poem, Felicity Teague would
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