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 twenty-first installment is presented this week by Robin Myrick.
She lands, waits, lingers
inertia spreading, resting in elegant bones
eyes scanning, calming
tender breaths, escaping
no lack for adventure, but these peaks consider her home
She used to feign resistance to them
there was argument, the thought of gliding by and over
now there’s a bell in her chest that refuses to chime, but will clatter
clappers all muted, rhythm all wrong
In this moment, she can’t get excited about the promise of definable borders, only the
vague shape of sharps and flats
hard rockface and soft forest floors
the glint of the pyramid lake beyond
the solace of their brief embrace