Julie Larson
THE IVORY TOWER
Tears of the moon
phantasmally moisten
archaic talus, slathering
slither a la slither a reptilian
belly-smooth monolith.
Locked.
Bolted.
Guarded. Coiling within,
posthumous vapors hissy spit
Out! Out! Outcast! You!
Cast out amok ratty
mouse-colored landscape,
raucous murderous crows
feathery circle. Their black-eyed
gawking caws
affect The Winged Horse’s
approach.
Nostrils flaring, gleaming
sweat of sun, Pegasus scents
pungent burning grave solitude.
While His immortal wingspan
tilts ephemerally toward Earth,
Do you sense enough to leap,
grasping fleeting mane?
or level-headed, Do you linger?
Constructing sole battlements,
content mastering two dogs,
as well as feeding
three tame tabbies -
Puff, Princess, and Stinky.
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