Metamorphic Myth - Poem by Dale Mullock
Sprung from the blood of a Gorgon,
I take flight in to the morning sun,
Wandering whimsically within welkin
Wanton wind wafts wings into a spin,
For like Icarus my seraphic feathers drop,
As I tussle in the sky with a great ruhk.
Defeated I descend back to the earth,
Tumbling as I land, I scorch the turf,
Arising from ash and ember quagmire,
Reborn from the spark of a Phoenix’s fire,
But embraced by an Efrit’s impassioned spirit,
It causes the charred bog to bubble and spit.
Condensed vapour transforms into a Kelpie,
Relentlessly thundering towards the sea,
As if drawn by Charybdis’ undercurrent pull,
Almost a magnetic urge nothing can cull,
Until we’re drowned deep within the depths,
With Hippocampi witnesses to our deaths.
Finally an earthquake surfaces us once again,
With an evolutionary English island name,
Picked up by Papillion and carried to the trees,
Dryads then crown me as Queen of the Faeries,
Rising high with the mountains we roam,
Where Trolls and Oreads make their home.
Precariously balanced on cliff top embankment,
Lamian slither causes rockslide on edged escarpment,
Overbalanced we take tumble to the soil,
As the eternal Midgard Serpent completes its coil,
For Medusae gore and essence stains the stones,
So once again we hear the sound of steel clad roans…
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