A Spell to Turn Tigers into Butter
all those fort building limbs
stuffed in mummy bags, purple
and blue larva, scrunched and
arched around the fire circle.
all those hand-picked earth stones(tomes)
melded white as fire - bambie antlered
poking sticks.
[how again do you stick butter to a tree?]
two bobbing eagle heads in a
nest atop a pine, swoop and glide
in the wind, grasping fish, suspended
above the sea.
o why did the fire die?
that pure-stygian splendor.
o for a Muse of fire, that
would melt away all the
tigers fighting to gobble themselves
up in the smoke.
*on a similar note, I'll give all my Whose Line points to the person who can point out where my title and allusions from the last stanza are from.
