Dragon’s Teeth–A Poem
Last Sunday, after careful deliberation, RT surrendered to his book-buying impulse and brought home the newest member of his literary litter, Karen Armstrong’s The Great Transformation. His short list also included John Dominic Crossan and Marcus Borg’s The First Paul and Oxford University’s New Oxford Book of Romantic Period Verse. RT’s local bookstore has never disappointed him.
Speaking of which, during his deliberations, RT was moved to compose some off-the-cuff verses. He re-positioned the chess set on its side table to safety a few feet away, sprawled out in the generously padded wicker chair, and produced the following:
the moon married the alphabet
& founded a city; somewhere in there,
she produced a cow, a cow, take note,
that walked by the waters that stream westward
past the kings, the Queen of Night, a blind man
even to Bharata, Axum, Gades, that cow; the
hundred gates of the world: the fence of humanity
and the hero who stands guard there–
lion pelt on his shoulders,
club in his hand.
He made the mountains, they say,
let loose the winds, that
flock of doves–
the archer chases them.
© copyright 2014, The Rag Tree.
Woodcut: Cadmos and the Spartoi (Engraving by Virgil Solis for Ovid’s Metamorphoses III, 101-130) 1562. WikiCmns; Public Domain.