A magpie-cawed
hopping along the roadside verge
betwixt, flight and fear
but knowing neither one
And then the thought arose.
'Should I take it as a pet? '
This wiry, dragon
with flames of white-
appearing; out of black-chainmail.
But, such virulent blades of flashing steel-
could plough a road through a field
of tranquillity, so, I shooed it off
back like some mighty, Gorgon
back into its shrubbery,
without the safety of a lance
I hoped it would take its leave,
and join - Joan of Arc-
amid another century back in France.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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such virulent blades of flashing-steel Could plough a road through a field whatever the crows are such lovable! your poem resounds with their indomitable spirit.10/10