MendedFences27

Bark

Bark

 

 

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!

Comments3

  • Fay Slimm.

    Ah - loud applause for this medley of compliments amid most pleasant imagery that must be treasured by the poet in question - - this metaphor bouquet has to be one of your best Phil

  • Neville

    a great read and a memorable write...

  • Goldfinch60

    The imagery within your words is wonderful.



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