Poem of the Month

By Selwyn Morgan

The Serpent Ring 

From Minuet to Jig. 

Conceived in the union of separate parts, 

from affiliated passion, or single-minded rage, 

came the firstborn babe, mewing and a spewing, 

to commence its entropic dance, from a minuet to jig. 

It trying to be different, yet condemned to be the same, 

whether winning battles pyrrhic or losing at life’s game. 

Building spoil heaps of its triumphs, or grave- pits 

for its fame, each fractal of existence spawned 

a fractal once again, – from a minuet to jig. 

Each spiral lost in the spiral whole, each 

dance serene, until the final blow, 

turns a minuet to…