'I promised provisions to fill hold's store
but now I see, they are scarcely needed.
Nevertheless, it is wise to secure
whole grain for bread, leavened or unleavened.'
Goddess withdraws from her silver girdle
a leather wallet bulging with contents.
'Grain you will need and this to help curdle
what you will milk - the last of my presents.'
Opening wallet, the Goddess reveals
a pouch full stuffed with perpetual seed,
a vial of vinegar carefully sealed
and miniature goatlings to grow at need.
'Husband these gifts and you will not hunger.
There - my blessing! Now, linger no longer.'
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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...
