Now comes a sound one would wish to appear
a sound of laughter, of youthful frolic,
a sound assured to seduce and endear:
a Bacchic rout, a maidenly rollick.
Riding on swordfish, leaping with dolphin,
seashell necklaced and seaweed ankleted,
amethyst-eyed and emerald of tailfin,
youthful and lovely and vitally pert.
Answering summons with fervent relish,
Triton-escorted, naively unclothed,
chorusing mirth and giggling girlish,
seal-wet and supple, no need to be robed.
These Neiredes have been chosen wisely;
powerful, blithe and naturally kindly.
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Dragonish
PoetryPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
