Poised in prayer

It is in the slow turn of the head the light green pose so statuesque...

Poised in prayer

It is in the slow turn of the head
the light green pose so statuesque,
one soon forgets she's but a living stick,
barbed legs and fangs, no nun.
She once had sisters but she ate them all.
She has not one. Her hormones moan,
her pheromones have brought a suitor.
She tilts her head, admires his sex:
her object of delight, her dinner.

© Kåre Enga [164.103] (2007-juni-04)

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Original in "Poised in prayer. Albedo/libido?" 

I wrote this while reading a chapter of Ted Kooser's book, Poetry Repair Manual where he makes reference to a praying mantis as a writing prompt. We should all have an insect poem to go along with kittens, puppies and children.

Link for praying mantis: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Praying_mantis