Poetry – Issue 8 | February 2010
Two poems by Sheila Wild
Photograph of a Dead Snake on the Costa de la Luz
A moment selected
for its oddity;
outside the frame
sand sieved into powdered gold,
ocean’s hush and slur.
It is not a snake,
but an after image of life,
a leash of silver and shivered glass
slipped from the wrist
of Icarus.
Bending close, I take a photograph,
the moment narrow and bright,
and freighted with self-erasure.
About the author
Sheila Wild, an unashamed but ethical tourist, has come nose-to-nose with Bandhavgarh’s biggest tiger and interviewed the Dalai Lama in Dharamsala. She has also travelled to Indiana, Johannesburg and the entire east coast of Australia. She has had works published in Obsessed with Pipework, The Rialto, and Writers Inc.
