TSomething a little different, a somewhat mythological piece, though the hero of the poem is a dog, my dog, who you may recognize from other poems of mine. i am sure many of you may know what this is a parody of.
Boreum’s fight with the Sea
At first the sea retreated. clenched
its face up crenellate, maw all molars
— Boreum flashed her canines, sun dyed
accent dripping off them. The sea whispered orders
in the ears of black-head gulls, formation! Signaled
themselves into a boomerang, which split
the sun— their beaks fixed bayonets
—nosedived kamikaze at Boreum, some speared
the scoria & billowed like tattered flags
— Boreum got out of dodge to avoid the
incoming reserve of gulls following the flops
— hoop curved rewind upward parabola
pouty pinions nipped, they stalled firm
& limbered to land. the sea sent the next trick-up-its-sleeve
commanded a light brigade of waves
—Boreum blinded by the coruscating sun in their foamy
manes— volley of pebbles, glib as katabatic wind
as solid, chewed up by their fat hooves, Boreum
in a briny, shallow crevice, waited
out that cavalry, insensate with its own aplomb.
The sea had pulled all its punches, weary
it opted to negotiate— Boreum had just one hope
: she wanted to be best pals with the sea.
From the grapple of paw & wet salt came friendship
which sailed beyond their differences. Good sea : Good dog.
Heading back home Boreum wouldn’t quiet nor
still, barking & wagging wagging & barking her
tail & tongue, for her new pal the sea.