I Would.
Were I a dragon I would launch from
penned pinnacle, stretch out lettered
pinions, breathe verse into fervour,
fasten my claws to thy castle window
and wouldst Sir Knight read to thee
rhythmical verses of firey healing.
Were I a mermaid I would grow limbs
to leap linguistic rapids, walk through
moatless shallows and when under
thy casement recite \'til thou open
to metaphored poems dispatched
as proof that myths relay feeling.
Were I an oak tree I would heap leaf
cushions coated in notelets, scented
with letters and prepare thee a pillow
of verbal nutrition where words
become whispered to soothe spirit\'s
fretting by metricaled meaning.
Were I given means to write odes
as potions
I would see thou receivest the most.