SPELLBOUND by Tessa Lowe

When I was a child it was Chameleons;

And Shongalulus:

I never did know how to spell

Those hard black curly creatures

With the hundred legs

Centipede is easier

Yet somehow Shangalulu stays


Unlike the strange Chameleon

Who so stunned me into silence

When I lost him, blended into the

Dappled shade of mulberry and avocado:

When I found him secreted; changed

Still; one paw or claw or footpad

Poised aloft, indecisive, I watched him

Spellbound still myself

In wonder: listening to the crickets

Scratch their incessant fiddles

Through summer’s reeling days.


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