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.
i'll say something again once i figure this out
