05-31-2013, 06:40 AM
I want to see what Katy
did when she, like a turtle,
dove into her shell.
Game scuttles under,
lies in safety.
Catch the sun's fire;
fly into a storm's craw;
fish with hooks so golden,
rods that snap.
Dragonflies are unlikely fliers, double wings
span my palm in iridescent flash,
point to danger.
Us. We are the dragons,
slayers, and we hide,
bound by what Katy's seeing.
-Julie Carter
Four Star
The bottom of a skillet tastes the fire,
men scrape and stir, push shoulders into meaty
ochre stew. "You there! Stop six-blockin' and hand
some fresh irons and plates!" The hunt for
wren eggs and butterscotch begins. Bless the French,
toast the Italians, good eats for us rapscallions.
-less impressive (but old anyway)
did when she, like a turtle,
dove into her shell.
Game scuttles under,
lies in safety.
Catch the sun's fire;
fly into a storm's craw;
fish with hooks so golden,
rods that snap.
Dragonflies are unlikely fliers, double wings
span my palm in iridescent flash,
point to danger.
Us. We are the dragons,
slayers, and we hide,
bound by what Katy's seeing.
-Julie Carter
Four Star
The bottom of a skillet tastes the fire,
men scrape and stir, push shoulders into meaty
ochre stew. "You there! Stop six-blockin' and hand
some fresh irons and plates!" The hunt for
wren eggs and butterscotch begins. Bless the French,
toast the Italians, good eats for us rapscallions.
-less impressive (but old anyway)