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-second installment is presented this week by S.T. Cartledge.
She saw the future
was lost in the wetland haze
of space, the gentle hum of suns
tickling up inside her ribcage,
through the soft of her nectar lobes
and frontal plumes, her coat wore autumns
admired and respected from afar,
the galaxies were neighbourhoods
and golden were the heels of tangled tendons
caught in her jaws, dangling chandeliers,
memories formed of old ones broken,
her house would know no rules
and yet there lingers in her keen eyes
the future both complex and surreal,
unbroken by her talons scraping through
the unmarked walls of all her domains and
all her dimensions.