they’re all scales and tails
and violence, until the rum
hits just right, and the night
turns starry-eyed and quiet.
it starts with the hum
of the toothless one
and then the green-striped
gronk joins in. it’s a victory
song, for they’ve fought hard
and long and finally won the
heart of the princess, the
favor of the king. they sing
until their embered breath
scorches the sky and they dance-fly
by on lighter wings. We know by dawn
they’ll all be gone, disappeared
back into coves and caves. but
for now we watch it all unfold,
their souls and skin and songs within
all spangled by a broken sky.
Forgot to post again yesterday. In November we poem.
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Love the whole thing—especially the title. ❤
Glow sticks, I hope!
Oh, YES. And tutus, of course. 😉