Ballerinas perched on stilts
Although I've craved the balm of pen on paper flowing
clear page filling line by line, and in the end
some kind of rounding, resolution
yes, that's what I meant, or near as words can come
encompassing the thing
still I've shunned the life poetic, kept the pen on purpose capped
for I'm fearful and I'm flinching
for I know where it will lead
I can write of days of Autumn
rust red supermoon eclipse
blue grapes snipped and piled in buckets
salt flats shining, salt like snow
those elegant flamingo, balancing on stilts
and stepping through the water with a ballerina's grace
But I'll slam the gate on monsters
Here be dragons!
Look away!
Turn my face from what is lurking
run like hell before they roar
Let my mind be full of Autumn
snow flats shining, salt like snow
and the palest pink flamingos
ballet dancers perched on stilts
October 2nd 2015, Hounoux, for Lyn, my fellow-dragon slayer.
