Birdwolf is a new year-long project authored by the collective Entropy community. It is a collaborative online epic poem written by the Entropy community on a weekly basis. A different author will write the next stanza or section of the poem each week, to be posted every Tuesday, following the previous post from the previous week, and following a very limited set of guidelines (that each author has one week to write the next piece after the previous week’s installment goes up, that the installment should build from the previous section’s content and form, and that contributions should range between 8 and 24 lines or be a visual work).
Follow the entire epic poem here: Birdwolf.
The eighth installment is presented this week by Megan Milks.
[THE HERO COMES TO THE HALL]
All stories are the song. The silvertongue bard
broke into bleats; it was the ballad of Birdwolf and Beast.
Sullen was the sky and sulking when Birdwolf the Strong
found the demon destroyer and fumbled—fa-fa-fa-froze.
The moment melted. Birdwolf the Mean growled low
and swore with sword and talon to slay the spewing beast.
And with last borrowed breath the dying demon barked
– – – – – – – – – – – – you’re Birdwolf
that’s for sure you never ever fade
you’re lovely but it’s not for sure
do do do do do do do do do do do do do; do do
let us sing
I’m like a bird: I’ll fly away
I’m like Birdwolf: I’ll slay
Mouth is alive: juices like wine
I’m hungry like Birdwolf.
– – Hwæt! The heroic poem was over,
The poet had performed. The queen spoke: