a prompt from Tess, at Willow Manor
I saw his shadowy form and was afraid,
listened as he played a reed,
watched as serpents slid out of trees,
out of water,wrapped themselves
around his naked darkness.
The light of night hung in the sky behind him
illuminating a path under his feet.
I stood in the sound, wanting to be like it.
The serpent of notes plunged into my ears,
calling me to my belly to crawl to him
who played what I desired
...an apple at his feet