The Snake

It’s womb was a black hole

Nay a white hole

That expels rather than impels 

The egg looked like a moon

Adrift beyond the orbits

A solar system trembled

When the egg cracked

And the great serpent silvered

Into the darkness

As a baby it coiled

Round the rings of Saturn

And struck at meteors

Fully grown it dislocated its jaw

And swallowed the sun

The luminous lump moved through its body

Shinning light between its scales

Once the sun had been digested,

The snake hissed solar flares

Into the empty regions of space

Its shed skin is often mistaken

For a new constellation

To this day, it glows burning white

And leaves a glittering trail

Through the universe

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Troydon Wainwright is a philosopher and Reiki Master based in Cape Town. Born with mild cerebral palsy and dyslexia, Toydon learnt to write as a way to overcome the barriers his dyslexia placed in front of him. “I wrote my way out of dyslexia,” said Troydon, “or at least to the point where reading and writing aren’t a problem anymore.” During the day he works as an educational facilitator (someone who helps special needs students cope academically and become more independent). At night he dedicates his time to writing. He has won a Nova award for his short story, The Sangoma’s Storm, and been a feature poet at the Off the Wall poetry readings in Cape Town and at Cape Town Central Library. Three of his poems were also included in the anthology Africa’s Best New Poets. He has also been published in the South African Literary journal, New Contrast. One of his Facebook posts, in which he took a stand against racism, has gone viral (

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