Fay Slimm.

I Would

 

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.