Chameleon

Do chameleons ever forget

how to change?

Do they lose themselves

in the backdrops.

Forget skins on tree branches,

upon broad, flat leaves?

Where water pools in stills,

catching light like a trap.

Do they see themselves

or just the skin they wear

shifting.

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So I’ve just had a bit of surprise while scrolling through the wordpress reader! My poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ has been accepted and published on The Drabble. They did email me to let me know but I hadn’t check my email this afternoon and happened on my submission mostly by accident.

I do believe the dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille night is the perfect way to celebrate.

56 Comments

    1. Perhaps so. I’ll admit I prefer the childish impression of chameleons being able to change their appearance to match anything rather than it being temperature based and far more limited. Thanks for popping by Bjorn.

            1. I give you ‘Vanity In Reptiles’ (A Quadrille)

              The size six snake
              three trees over,
              slithered past here
              last Saturday.
              The iguana on fern
              saw her by the pool.
              Think’s she looks better
              in the water.
              Told the croc by willow
              he should swim on.
              Big boys like him
              stand no chance.

                  1. It’s change without being stated, so probably not. I tried and ran out of words.

                    Whip snake
                    resplendent in green and black beading,
                    striped vicious as a wasp,
                    terrifying as braided headdress,
                    twisted and entwined
                    with feathers and human teeth,
                    squirms and twitches and sloughs,
                    aghast
                    that this shrugged off apparel,
                    skin of skins,
                    must be how he looks.

                    1. If you want more words to play with, cut out the ‘and’ ‘in’ and ‘as’. It works well as it is though. Would you be happy for me to edit my post and add this to the bottom beneath the link to your site?

                    2. Being the pansy I am, that’s when I back away at great speed and probably fall over the nearest obstacle because I’m not looking where I’m going.

  1. This is the second chameleon poem out here on the trail; love your take on the theme. As a kid, I used to think snowshoe rabbits were chameleons. I enjoy the Sci Fi “shape-shifters” now; far more versatile.

  2. You wonder if chameleons ever get worn out having to stay alert to change! Great take on the prompt and particularly like the thought of them losing themselves in the backdrops .. now there’s an interesting metaphor ….

  3. I love chameleons. They are cute in an odd sort of way. And I wonder, do they choose when to change, or is it automatic? What if they’re trying to get noticed by an agent and don’t want to blend in? 😉

    Oh, and contracts on being published on The Drabble. I’ll have to check it out.

    1. Thank you Linda. Something way back in my head is saying temperature comes into it but I can’t quite remember. Must be frustrating if you’re trying to be noticed and all you can do is blend in. Oh wait! I know that feeling too.

  4. If you change too much to fit in with what’s around you, I think you inevitable lose touch with yourself. You have to keep a little bit of you green, or pink, or tartan, or whatever.

  5. Oooh, that is very nice. Lots to think about there, and great imagery. How do we know ourselves as changed, changing, changelings.

  6. I’ve only read one post and I’m already in love with your poetic soul and your stream of consciousness writing. So beautiful. Thank you for putting your authentic self out there for us to celebrate. If you get a chance I would love it if you checked my blog out, I feel that it would resonate with you! Looking forward to reading more!

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