Iron Poet, Round XIII.
Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it
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cat
owl
Any form is fine.
It's so lovely to see you doing this again. Hooray for breathing room!
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The cat is cruel, they say;
But they've never seen the fox's child
Alone by light of day.
They've never seen the rose-owl fly,
The world caught in her claws,
And they've never heard the star-wolf cry,
"Beware the midway's laws."
The owl is wise, the fox is wild,
The cat is cold, they say;
But they've never seen the owl beguiled
Where will-o-wisps hold sway.
And they've never seen the princess stand
In glory and in thunder,
Nor seen the stardust in her hand,
Alight with ancient wonder.
The owl is wise, the fox is wild,
The cat is calm, they say;
But they've never seen the cat, so mild,
Asleep upon the hay.
And they've never seen the rose-owl sleep,
In nests of woven gold,
And they'll never know what she may keep,
The stories yet untold.
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Thank you. I love it.
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