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Mud on the belly of the rainbow serpent
mud in its gut
mud oozing from it's eyelids
mud from between each sodden layer of skin
flung at every speed in every direction,
a floriade appears for a snap from the the caked on dust.

Mud as your bones prior to your skull closing
mud that stretches out it's hands to catch your weeping body
mud that sleeps next to you, that wakes up
to whisper it's going to be okay
mud over your mouth as you whine for food.

Mud to writhe in, mud to make all senses struggle
mud to make nonsense of struggle until
tumbles feel like hugs
and love takes the form of the blackness at your back door
knocking as though it where the wind to whisp away

Mud for camoflage, mud for morning tea
mud until you think it's crystal clear
mud mirages of dirt balls - all you see are drops of water
mud as the majority of what your body is made of
mud to clean your skin
mud until it's alright.

Your head in mud looking for a god
your head in mud looking for the stars
your limbs in mud running towards a murky waterfall
filling your flask with mud
at last, arriving at mud.

Mud that forms your grip to ride the rainbow serpent
mud that slops you from the nape to it's tail
mud that is your coffin as you are flung to the ground
indiscriminately, inconsiderately
never forgotten because you were never a memory.

Mud in the mouthpiece as your last bugle blasts
a muddied sunset
your mother throws mud onto the casket
your lover throws a bunch of mud
your friends clink wine glasses filled to the brim with mud
mud as your deathbed
mud that rips your soul from your body
mud, your last word
as mud walks you into the underworld
to meet the gatekeeper, mud.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Last few words: 
A poem about confusion and trudging through indecision.
Editing stage: 


I feel that you have been playing with too much MUD I have looked out my piece on "The Great Rainbow Serpent" of course the Australian one lol and have just put the last two Stanzas of it for you to see.
I feel that all that Mud has hidden a write and a theme of such importance to quite a few people mostly in your country..
I read up on the subject, as I do on most Historical or mythological writes so that there is accuracy in the theme..
I know the serpent lives in the storms but there are other facets to its being.
Not sure what else to say, here are the two stanzas that were at the end of my Rainbow serpent poem

I am in all the waters of your ways.
Rocks that you make your shelters from,
I will still shelter you,
if only you could see again".
The storm passed me by (This was the Serpents words)

Sounds of life returned to my ears,
a silence also spread across the land
The Rainbow Serpent rested once more
awaiting mans truths, to be displayed,
In the Great Dream Time.. (The silence after the storm)

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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