Of Sheep
(deleted upon pending publication--thanks for all your help!)
Derived of ancient glass and ringing stone
—so crisp in deceit?
Come, wolf—you are nothing to the winter storm.
That tears at us with heed and grace.
Tilted by raindrops
Turned to madness
Is it my horns you fear, O Watchful One? Derived of ancient glass and ringing stone
Tilted by raindrops
Tough and wild for your teeth.
Shepherd wrote:
Kamas
Check out my earlier comments regarding the temperment of my sheep =) I am very much aware of the tendencies of these creatures. However, this is where the irony and the surprise come in. I wanted to create something a little more raw, more surreal, and I certainly didn't want to play off of a pre-existing biological relationship so cliched as that between the wolf and the sheep.
My word choice is not based solely on sophistication, but also on rhythm, and I am surprised that you would pick out this line. It fit in quite nicely, I thought.
I understand your attempt to but another eye on the sheep, but I don't think it works very well. Sheep are too commonly associated with softness, gentleness. It's really hard to get out of that mindset, and you haven't done anything extraordinary to prove me wrong, you're just making the sheep talk.