The Serpent's Summon to Goddess's Grace

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I'm trying to improve as a poet, no more random, ambiguous rantings... at least not for a while.
I applied a few literary techniques fairly common in poetry, alliteration, personification, allusions and progressive story-line to portrait this piece, in the last line child is pronounced as two syllables. Tell me what you thin, all feedback is helpful.

Submitted: January 28, 2010

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Submitted: January 28, 2010

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To soften serpent’s silver tongue
A spoon of honey due.
A sweetened harp to serenade
The child’s lonely meal.
The hearing hence resents his host,
O child go and play,
The hurried hush of an adult’s voice
Hastens him from room.
Father softly sang to him,
But serpents have no ears.
To brace the serpent’s fragile bones
Up on the apple tree,
O careful child knows no games,
But waiting now to play.
Falling from that swaying tree
And grace, how does he know?
O child stay away from Her,
O child please don’t go.
Father softly sang to him,
But serpents have no ears.
O mother go and tend to him,
Where broken child cries.
Sullen songs the birds do chirp;
For serpent’s fair goodbye...
Father softly sang to him,
But child could not hear.


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