Bard
She’s a frank ship, all barque,
but no bight
no matter how tight
can hold her at bay.
She puts sheets to storms while
lesser craft belay.
She’s a basking word-shark,
a great wight,
whose deep tell-tale bite
chews into her prey.
She stirs blood in waters
shining flukes evade.
She’s a songbird on wing:
Passerine that flies
across Sistine skies
to bring songs that reach
from thrush to brush and paint
with the gift of speech.
She’s a sharp saber-tooth
of the ancient past;
time-warped-goddess Bast.
Blessed with tigress core
and voice of The Lion.
Listen to her roar!