Cruel crew continue to hoot and harpoon,
viewing the game as a skewering joke,
regarding nymph's coming as opportune,
two fry* they will murder at one fell stroke.
But as Aktaie draws nears her domain,
the compliant seashore she advises
to capture bark that flounders uncontained
and hold it fast till all need demises.
Sand-seizure established as distraction,
kind goddess speeds as if ketos*-driven,
cradling child, she begins her extraction,
carefully, for by spear he is riven.
Soothingly crooning she surges to ship,
the injured child tenderly, fondly gripped.
*fry = young fish or small child
*ketos = A large fish, whale, shark or sea monster
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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...
